Wiehes penna fräser av vrede kampglöd poesi latinorytmer om militärkuppen i Chile 1973 allt som gick förlorat en sorglig höstmånad för 36 år sen. Lyriskt sett är den sista versen i mitt tycke överlägset bäst, här har de politiska stereotyperna ersatts av ren och skär poesi av bästa märke.
Ingen kan förstås sjunga denna bättre än Wiehe själv och jämfört med det gamla orginalet har Affe fått mer plats och sjunger med ålderns rätt en ganska lågmäld 2:a stämma. Men då och då blänker det till och Hoola är, alla år till trots, fortfarande stark i stämsången.
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English Translation of lyrics:
There are many who play only for those in power
And there are many who submit just for crumbs from the tables of the elite
But you chose your path and sang for the many
You ignored the promises of the mighty and the ruling class' threats
Victor Jara you brought life to the prisoners' longing for freedom
To those suffering you brought hope of a future where only the people would rule
And you gave courage and strenght to dreams of those oppressed
But for the plutocracy you sang of despise
But if the future is like a tree that has been planted
And freedom akin to a rose, most frail and delicate
Must our weapons be good in defense of that which is weak
We must protect it against those who would destroy that which buds and flourishes
Those who despair say that death is equal for all
But it would be truer to say that one can die in the way that one has lived
And to die just for profit carries the weight of a feather
But to die for one's people carries the weight of a rock
Victor Jara, your songs will echo in the dephts of the mines
And like ripe fruits shall they be among the trees of the plantations
Like swaying barley shall they billow over the fields
And like fish in the water will they caught in the nets of the fishermen
Aye, Victor Jara, Victor Jara your songs shan't be forgotten
From guitar to guitar shall they fly over towns and countries
They will be our lullabies when the nights are long
And they will march along with us, when the day has come
27 авг 2024
