The silence of the mountain
prepares its goodbye,
the word that will be said
in memoriam will be the explosion.
This century's man got lost there
His name and surname are:
Rifle against rifle!
The shell broke from the wind to the south
and above the first cross
the truth awakens.
All the Third World
will tell his pain
with hailstones of lead they will make
his hole of pain, his song.
They will leave the body of life there
His name and surname are:
Rifle against rifle!
They will sing his mourning of man and animal
and instead of tears to pour
with lead they will cry
they will build to the man
from the tomb to the sun
and the name will be repeated:
Rifle against rifle!
Rifle against rifle!
Rifle against rifle!