Es Una Carta
Es una carta dirigida para ti
En ella te dice que no tienes porqué sufrir
Cuida de padre, los hermanos y la abuela
Lleva el trigo al horno y allí pagarás el pan
Recibid de mí muchos besos y abrazos
Sed en la vida como yo os he enseñado
No lloréis por mí porque esto sea así
Que yo me voy tranquila porque no he hecho nada malo
Ya no miras hacia el cielo, que no te vean llorar
Ya no recuerdas su cara, sabías que la iban a matar... a matar
Ella sólo protestó porque no veía justo
Que a las mujeres les raparan la cabeza
Y las pasearan por las calles entre insultos
Mientras los fascistas comulgaban en la iglesia
Ya no miras hacia el cielo, que no te vean llorar
Ya no recuerdas su cara, sabías que la iban a matar
Ya no miras hacia el cielo, que no te vean llorar
Ya no recuerdas su cara, sabías que la iban a matar... a matar
It's a Letter
It's a letter addressed to you
In it, it says you don’t have to suffer
Take care of Dad, the brothers, and Grandma
Take the wheat to the oven, and there you’ll pay for the bread
Receive from me many kisses and hugs
Be in life like I’ve taught you
Don’t cry for me because it’s like this
I’m leaving peacefully because I haven’t done anything wrong
Don’t look up at the sky, don’t let them see you cry
You don’t remember her face, you knew they were going to kill her... to kill her
She only protested because she didn’t think it was fair
That women had their heads shaved
And were paraded through the streets amidst insults
While the fascists took communion in the church
Don’t look up at the sky, don’t let them see you cry
You don’t remember her face, you knew they were going to kill her
Don’t look up at the sky, don’t let them see you cry
You don’t remember her face, you knew they were going to kill her... to kill her