There is France and their nuclear game,
there is Nixon and the pain of Vietnam.
Here, the birth of popular power,
as things go, I’ll end up a soldier.
At the same time I look for your eyes,
I have lost them without them I cannot see.
I feel that my eardrums will burst,
too much smoking is ruining my song.
In Argentina chaos is all,
my good friends are jailed in Uruguay.
”Chamaco”* and television and attract me,
as a powerful magnet they act.
Fidel celebrates with his people
happily singing a song.
The party calls me to battle.
I am poor and I have only my song
Your work takes you near the station.
There is no more time for our love.
I have trouble getting to sleep.
In the morning I cannot go out.
With a cup of coffee I read the news,
I don’t know what will happen.
Where are we all going to end up.
This string will not resist.
The Cardinal thinks this is so,
so it is urgent that we find a way.
* Refers to Francisco ”Chamaco” Valdés, the great chilean soccer player