La memoria
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MEMORY | The Memory |
The old loves now faded away, the old illusions of the losers, all the promises going away, and those who fell in some war. | The elderly think of the past The illusions through the years lost Promises that slipped away Wars and counting all the lives cost |
Everything is kept in memory, the dream of life and history. | All of this kept in the memory Dreams of life and history |
Deception and complicty of genocidaires being still free, the indult and the Punto Final for the beasts of that hell. | Deceitful, complicit in crimes Of genocides, all those who fell The monsters at blame for it all Committed forever to hell |
Everything is kept in memory, the dream of life and history. | All of this kept in the memory Dreams of life and history |
Memory awakens to injure the peoples fallen asleep that don’t let it live free like the wind. | The memories are wide awake Even to those who are sleeping All the hurt slips away Free like the wind |
The desaparecidos we’re looking for with the color of their birth hunger and abundance coming together mistreatment with bad memories. | The disappeared in Argentina Where children search for their names Hunger and longing together An evil legacy of shame |
Everything is fixed* in memory, the thorn of life and history. | All of this nailed to the memory Puncturing life and history |
Two thousand would eat for a year with what a military minute costs how many would stop being slaves for the prince of one bomb thrown to the sea. | As the troops use billions of dollars Needed by schools, arts, and health Were told theyre fighting for freedom Not oil, gold, riches, or wealth |
Everything is fixed* in memory, the thorn of life and history. | All of this nailed to the memory Puncturing life and history |
Memory stabs until it bleeds the peoples that hold it and don’t let it go free like the wind. | The memorys pierced till it bleeds Into rivers through cities Between shorelines and reeds Free like the wind |
All the victims of AMIA, and those of the Israeli Embassy, the secret power of weapons a justice system looking but unable to see. | Prejudice survives generations Synagogues painted with hate Stealing land from First Nations Justice observes but is late |
Everything is hidden in memory, the refuge of life and history. | All of this hides in the memory A refuge of life and history |
It was when the churches kept silent, it was when soccer devoured everything when the Pallottian Father and Angelelli left their blood in the mud. | Declared a security threat With no charge or trial detained Human rights are left behind In prisons with torture and chains |
Everything is hidden in memory, the refuge of life and history. | All of this hides in the memory A refuge of life and history |
Memory keeps blasting until it defeats the peoples that trample on it and that don’t let it be free like the wind. | The memory bursts till it spreads In the places its banished Where they do not let it live Free like the wind |
The bullet for Chico Mendes in Brazil, 150,000 Guatemalans, the miners facing guns, the repression of students in Mexico. | Poisoning our own water Selling our own sovereignty All for some dirty oil Needed by the military |
Everything is charged into memory, weapon of life and history. | All of this loaded in the memory Arming the life and history |
America with its destroyed sould, the children killed by the death squad, Mugica tortured in the slums, the dignity of Rodolfo Walsh. | America whom we follow Propping up puppet regimes Making casualties of civilians Losing our souls in their screams |
Everything is charged into memory, weapon of life and history. | All of this loaded in the memory Arming the life and history |
Memory aims until it kills the peoples that silence it and don’t let it fly free like the wind. | The memory aims for the kill In the cities that keep it From taking flight, against its will Free like the wind Free like the wind |
* clavar is also "torture, torment": Las espinas clavaron a Jesús. |