I come from a place

I come from a place in the universe
where the day dawns with fear
and daily there is dread
like the air, like bread.

I come from a place where terror
is the only language understood,
where thinking can be punished
by the prison or by death.

I come from the blood of my people,
where the sad sky, cries and moans
eternally in mourning
because reason has been killed.

With my song I want to tell you
that death is a runaway in the streets.
It gallops down the roads
giving prizes to informers.

The southern lakes, the mountains
have witnessed faithfully this war
against an unarmed people,
against God and the truth.