Ode to Victor Jara

His song it was a free song not owned by anyone,

As common as the night, as common as the sun,

And his song was gentle, his song was strong.

His song was gentle, his song was strong.

He travelled across the country, guitar in his hand,

And learned the songs and dances of the people who worked the land.

And his voice was gentle, his voice was strong.

His voice was gentle, his voice was strong.

His words they were simple: they spoke of the everyday,

The normal joys and sorrows that can take your breath away,

And his words were gentle, his words were strong.

His words were gentle, his words were strong.

The people gathered sharing their ideals and beliefs,

They took each other in their arms and then took to the streets,

Alone they were gentle, together strong.

Alone they were gentle, together strong.

Sempteber the 12th, 1973.

He was take to a stadium at the hands of the army,

And his hands were broken, his body shot.

His hands were broken, his body shot.

His song it was a free song, not owned by anyone,

As common as the night, as common as the sun.

And his song was gentle, his song was strong,

His song was gentle, his song was strong.