Victor Jara Of Chile 歌词

Victor Jara of Chile He lived like a shooting star He fought for the people of Chile With his songs and his guitar And his hands were gentle, His hands were strong Victor Jara was a peasant He worked from a few years old He sat upon his father's plough And watched the earth unfold When the neighbours had a wedding Or one of their children died His mother sang all night for them With Victor by her side He grew to be a fighter Against the people's wrongs He listened to their grief and joys And turned them into songs He campaigned for Allende Working night and day He sang, "Take hold of your brother's hand The future begins today" The bloody generals seized Chile They arrested Victor then They caged him in a stadium With five thousand frightened men Victor stood in the stadium His voice was brave and strong He sang for his fellow prisoners Until the guards cut short his song They broke the bones in both his hands They beat his lovely head They tore him with electric shocks After two long days of torture they shot him dead Now the generals rule Chile And the British have their thanks For they rule with Hawker Hunters And they rule with Chieftain tanks