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Demasiados mártires

Phil Ochs

Too Many Martyrs

In the state of Mississippi many years ago
A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law
He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime
And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind

Too many martyrs and too many dead
Too many lies too many empty words were said
Too many times for too many angry men
Oh let it never be again

His name was Medgar Evers and he walked his road alone
Like Emmett Till and thousands more whose names we'll never know
They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground
But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down

Too many martyrs and too many dead
Too many lies too many empty words were said
Too many times for too many angry men
Oh let it never be again

The killer waited by his home hidden by the night
As Evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight
he slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side
It struck the heart of every man when Evers fell and died.

Too many martyrs and too many dead
Too many lies too many empty words were said
Too many times for too many angry men
Oh let it never be again

And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear
laid him in his grave when the victory was near
While we waited for the future for freedom through the land
The country gained a killer and the country lost a man

Too many martyrs and too many dead
Too many lies too many empty words were said
Too many times for too many angry men
Oh let it never be again

Demasiados mártires

En el estado de Mississippi hace muchos años
Un niño de 14 años probó la ley sureña
Vio a su amigo colgado y su color era su crimen
Y la sangre en su chaqueta dejó una marca en su mente

Demasiados mártires y demasiados muertos
Demasiadas mentiras, demasiadas palabras vacías se dijeron
Demasiadas veces para demasiados hombres enojados
Oh, que nunca vuelva a suceder

Su nombre era Medgar Evers y caminaba solo por su camino
Como Emmett Till y miles más cuyos nombres nunca sabremos
Intentaron quemar su casa y lo golpearon hasta el suelo
Pero en lo más profundo, ambos sabían lo que se necesitaba para derribarlo

Demasiados mártires y demasiados muertos
Demasiadas mentiras, demasiadas palabras vacías se dijeron
Demasiadas veces para demasiados hombres enojados
Oh, que nunca vuelva a suceder

El asesino esperaba en su casa oculto por la noche
Mientras Evers salía de su auto en la mira del rifle
Apretó lentamente el gatillo, la bala salió de su lado
Hirió el corazón de todos cuando Evers cayó y murió

Demasiados mártires y demasiados muertos
Demasiadas mentiras, demasiadas palabras vacías se dijeron
Demasiadas veces para demasiados hombres enojados
Oh, que nunca vuelva a suceder

Y lo pusieron en su tumba mientras sonaba claro el clarín
Lo pusieron en su tumba cuando la victoria estaba cerca
Mientras esperábamos por el futuro, por la libertad en la tierra
El país ganó un asesino y perdió a un hombre

Demasiados mártires y demasiados muertos
Demasiadas mentiras, demasiadas palabras vacías se dijeron
Demasiadas veces para demasiados hombres enojados
Oh, que nunca vuelva a suceder

Escrita por: Bob Gibson / Phil Ochs