Victor Jara - Arlo Guthrie

Victor Jara of Chile

Lived like a shooting star

He fought for the people of Chile

With his songs and his guitar

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

Victor Jara was a peasant

Who worked from a few years old

He sat upon his father’s plow

And watched the earth unfold

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

Now when the neighbors had a wedding

Or one of their children died

His mother sang all night for them

With Victor by her side

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

He grew up to be a fighter

Against the people’s wrongs

He listened to their grief and joy

And turned them into songs

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

He sang about the copper miners

And those who worked the land

He sang about the factory workers

And they knew he was their man

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

He campaigned for Allende

Working night and day

He sang, «take hold of your brother’s hand

The future begins today»

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

Then the generals seized Chile

They arrested Victor then

They caged him in a stadium

With five thousand frightened men

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

Victor stood in the stadium

His voice was brave and strong

And he sang for his fellow prisoners

'Til the guards cut short his song

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

They broke the bones in both his hands

They beat him on the head

They tore him with electric shocks

And then they shot him dead

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

Victor Jara of Chile

Lived like a shooting star

And he fought for the people of Chile

With his songs and his guitar

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

Victor Jara del Cile

Vissuto come una stella cadente

Ha combattuto per il popolo del Cile

Con le sue canzoni e la sua chitarra

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti

Victor Jara era un contadino

Che ha lavorato da pochi anni

Si sedette sull'aratro di suo padre

E guardai la terra dispiegarsi

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti

Ora quando i vicini hanno avuto un matrimonio

Oppure uno dei loro figli è morto

Sua madre ha cantato tutta la notte per loro

Con Victor al suo fianco

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti

È cresciuto per diventare un combattente

Contro i torti della gente

Ha ascoltato il loro dolore e la loro gioia

E li ha trasformati in canzoni

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti

Ha cantato dei minatori di rame

E quelli che lavoravano la terra

Cantava degli operai

E sapevano che era il loro uomo

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti

Ha campagnato per Allende

Lavoro notte e giorno

Cantava, «prendi la mano di tuo fratello

Il futuro inizia oggi»

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti

Poi i generali si impadronirono del Cile

Allora hanno arrestato Victor

Lo hanno messo in gabbia in uno stadio

Con cinquemila uomini spaventati

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti

Victor era nello stadio

La sua voce era coraggiosa e forte

E ha cantato per i suoi compagni di prigionia

Finché le guardie non hanno interrotto la sua canzone

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti

Gli hanno rotto le ossa in entrambe le mani

Lo hanno picchiato in testa

Lo hanno strappato con scosse elettriche

E poi gli hanno sparato a morte

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti

Victor Jara del Cile

Vissuto come una stella cadente

E ha combattuto per il popolo del Cile

Con le sue canzoni e la sua chitarra

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti

Le sue mani erano gentili, le sue mani erano forti