Victor Jara
Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs and his guitar
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 plow
And watched the earth unfold
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
Now when the neighbors had a wedding
Or one of their children died
His mother sang all night for them
With Victor by her side
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
He grew up to be a fighter
Against the people's wrongs
He listened to their grief and joy
And turned them into songs
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
He sang about the copper miners
And those who worked the land
He sang about the factory workers
And they knew he was their man
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
He campaigned for Allende
Working night and day
He sang "Take hold of your brothers hand
You know the future begins today"
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
Then the generals seized Chile
They arrested Victor then
They caged him in a stadium
With five-thousand frightened men
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
Victor stood in the stadium
His voice was brave and strong
And he sang for his fellow prisoners
Till the guards cut short his song
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
They broke the bones in both his hands
They beat him on the head
They tore him with electric shocks
And then they shot him dead
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
Victor Jara
Víctor Jara de Chile
Vivió como una estrella fugaz
Luchó por el pueblo de Chile
Con sus canciones y su guitarra
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Víctor Jara fue un campesino
Trabajó a partir de un par de años
Él estaba sentado en el arado de su padre
Y vio la tierra se despliegan
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Ahora, cuando los vecinos tuvieron una boda
O uno de sus hijos murieron
Su madre cantaba toda la noche para ellos
Con Víctor a su lado
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Él creció para ser un luchador
Contra los males de la gente
Escuchó a su pena y la alegría
Y los convirtió en canciones
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Cantó sobre los mineros del cobre
Y los que trabajaban la tierra
Cantó sobre los trabajadores de la fábrica
Y ellos sabían que él era su hombre
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Hizo campaña a favor de Allende
Trabajando noche y día
Cantó "Echa mano de tu mano hermanos
Usted conoce el futuro empieza hoy "
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
A continuación, los generales se apoderó Chile
Arrestaron a continuación, Victor
Le enjaulado en un estadio
Con cinco mil hombres asustados
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Víctor estaba en el estadio
Su voz era fuerte y valiente
Y cantó para sus compañeros de prisión
Hasta los guardias interrumpió su canción
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Ellos rompieron los huesos de ambas manos
Lo golpearon en la cabeza
Le arrancó con descargas eléctricas
Y entonces lo mataron a tiros
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Escrita por: Arlo Guthrie