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The Easterners

Los Olimareños

Los Orientales

De todas partes vienen
Sangre y coraje
Para salvar su suelo
Los Orientales

Vienen de las colinas
Con lanza y sable
Entre las hierbas brotan
Los Orientales

Salen de los poblados
Del monte salen
En cada esquina esperan
Los Orientales

Porque dejaron sus vidas
Sus amigos y sus bienes
Porque eres es más querida
La libertad que no tienen

Porque es ajena la tierra
Y la libertad ajena
Y porque siempre los pueblos
Saben romper las cadenas

Eran diez, eran 20
Eran 50
Eran 1000, eran miles
Ya no se cuentan

Rebeldes y valientes
Se van marchando
Las cosas que más quieren
Abandonando

Como un viento que arrasa
Van arrasando
Como un agua que limpia
Vienen limpiando

Porque dejaron sus vidas
Sus amigos y sus bienes
Porque eres es más querida
La libertad que no tienen

Porque es ajena la tierra
Y la libertad ajena
Y porque siempre los pueblos
Saben romper las cadenas

De todas partes vienen
Sangre y coraje
Para salvar su suelo
Los Orientales

Vienen de las colinas
Con lanza y sable
Entre las hierbas brotan
Los Orientales

Salen de los poblados
Del monte salen
En cada esquina esperan
Los orientales

The Easterners

From all around they come
Blood and courage
To save their land
The Easterners

They come from the hills
With spear and sword
Among the grasses they rise
The Easterners

They emerge from the villages
From the mountains they come
On every corner they wait
The Easterners

Because they left their lives
Their friends and their belongings
Because freedom is more cherished
Than what they don't have

Because the land is foreign
And freedom is foreign
And because the people always
Know how to break the chains

There were ten, there were twenty
There were fifty
There were a thousand, there were thousands
Now they can't be counted

Rebels and brave
They march away
Leaving behind the things
They hold most dear

Like a wind that sweeps
They come sweeping through
Like a cleansing water
They come washing away

Because they left their lives
Their friends and their belongings
Because freedom is more cherished
Than what they don't have

Because the land is foreign
And freedom is foreign
And because the people always
Know how to break the chains

From all around they come
Blood and courage
To save their land
The Easterners

They come from the hills
With spear and sword
Among the grasses they rise
The Easterners

They emerge from the villages
From the mountains they come
On every corner they wait
The Easterners

Escrita por: Idea Vilariño, Jose Luis “Pepe” Guerra