As I looked out my window At the clear blue sky At the planes that flew so low At the smoke that rose so high The air filled up with dust That blackened out the sun And the politicians went on About the new day that had begun And when I looked at my calendar Somehow I knew it would be so It was on this day in Santiago
Less than thirty years had passed And how clearly I remember What the city had been like Before that day in September There were doctors on the sidewalks Helping those in need Students in the barrios Teaching children how to read There were milk trucks in the shanties Driving to and fro It was on this day in Santiago
I could tell you about the rallies The whole city in the street The President was speaking And we all were on our feet Allende was the future Destitution was the past The city was in motion And things were changing fast Just how fast they were changing Only Kissinger could know It was on this day in Santiago
Anaconda Copper And Nixon got their dream A country torn apart Ruptured at the seam A fascist coup was what they wanted And that’s just what they’d get When they sent down from Fort Benning General Pinochet Lady Liberty Hung her head down low It was on this day in Santiago
They dropped bombs on La Moneda With jet planes from DC They killed five thousand people In our city by the sea A reign of terror started When they cut off Victor’s hands The rivers clogged with bodies And our blood drenched the sands And I remember wondering Which way future winds might blow It was on this day in SantiagoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
