No Más
John McCutcheonOriginal | |
NO MÁS It's snowing in the valley, ice chokes the river's mouth But the air is still and silent in the mountains to the south Here the fire in the cookstove drives the winter's chill away While the silent, southern sentries pass the watchful hours till day And from the mountains of Virginia to the hills of Salvador The mother and the fathers send their children off to war The hand that drove the plow is on the trigger in the night Killing other sons and daughters, fighting someone else's fight "No más! No more!" shout the hills of Salvador Echo the mountains of Virginia we cry out: "No más! No more!" "No más! No more!" shout the hills of Salvador Compañeros, compañeras, we cry out: "No más! No more!" As the government of Poland once turned to Moscow for her schemes So the junta looks to Washington to crush her people's dreams With the white hand of the death squads and the rumble of the tanks Keeps the coffee on our tables and the money in our banks No swords shall turn to plowshares till the land is theirs to plow Till the name is on the ballot that rots in the prison now And the weapons of their victory shall be schools and food and jobs And the song from every mountain top is "Paz y Libertad!" [Tag:] Pretoria, Santiago, Beirut, San Salvador Our silence buys the battles, let us cry: "No más! No more!" | NO MÁS It's snowing in the valley, ice chokes the river's mouth But the air is still and silent in the mountains to the south Here the fire in the cookstove drives the winter's chill away While the silent, southern sentries pass the watchful hours till day And from the mountains of Virginia to the hills of Salvador The mother and the fathers send their children off to war The hand that drove the plow is on the trigger in the night Killing other sons and daughters, fighting someone else's fight "No más! No more!" shout the hills of Salvador Echo the mountains of Virginia we cry out: "No más! No more!" "No más! No more!" shout the hills of Salvador Compañeros, compañeras, we cry out: "No más! No more!" As the government of Poland once turned to Moscow for her schemes So the junta looks to Washington to crush her people's dreams With the white hand of the death squads and the rumble of the tanks Keeps the coffee on our tables and the money in our banks No swords shall turn to plowshares till the land is theirs to plow Till the name is on the ballot that rots in the prison now And the weapons of their victory shall be schools and food and jobs And the song from every mountain top is "Paz y Libertad!" "No más! No more!" shout the hills of Salvador In Guatemla, Nicaragua we cry out "No más! No more!" "No más! No more!" shout the hills of Salvador Compañeros, compañeras, we cry out: "No más! No more!" Rectoría Santiago, Peru, San Salvador Our silence buys the battles let us cry: "No más! No more!" "No más! No more!" "No más! No more!" "No más! No more!" |