HOMAGE

It was our enemies

Who brought the loaded guns,

The cruel extermination,

Finding us a singing people,

A people united in duty and love,

And the slim girl fell with her flag,

And the smiling youth fell injured at her side,

And the people, stupefied, pained and angry,

Saw the dead fall.

Then, at the spot

Where the murdered fell,

They lowered the flags to soak them in blood

In order to raise them again

Against the murderers.

On behalf of these, our dead,

I ask for punishment.

For the executioner who ordered this death,

I ask for punishment.

For the traitor who climbed on the shoulders of crime,

I ask for punishment.

For he who ordered death,

I ask for punishment.

For the defenders of this crime,

I ask for punishment.

I don't want to shake the hand

Soaked in our blood.

I ask for punishment.

I don't want these people as ambassadors,

Nor at peace in their homes,

I want to see them tried

In this square, here.