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 and his hands were strong
Victor Jara was a peasant boy barely six years old He sat upon his father's plough and watched the earth unfold His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
When the neighbours had a wedding or one of their children died His mother sang all night to them with Victor by her side Her hands were gentle and her hands were strong
He grew up to be a fighter stood against what was wrong He learned of peoples grief and joy and turned it into song His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
He campaigned for Allende canvassed night and day Singing take hold of your brother's hand the future starts today His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
When Pinochet seized Chile they arrested Victor then – They caged him in the stadium with 5000 frightened men His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
Victor picked up his guitar his voice resounded strong He sang for his comrades till the guards cut short his song His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
They broke the bones in both his hands and beat him on the head They tortured him with electric wires then they shot him dead His hands were gentle and his hands were strong
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 and his hands were strong His hands were gentle and his hands were strongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
