Victor jara lyrics in english

  • Victor Jara of Chile lived like a shooting star.
  • His Hands Were Gentle brings together, for the first time in both Spanish and English, the best of Víctor Jara's lyrics, from early songs like 'El arado'.
  • Estadio Chile (English translation) Lyrics: There are five thousand of us here in this small part of the city / We are five thousand / I wonder how many we.
  • Lyrics

    Victor Jara

    Arlo Guthrie/A. Mitchell

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  • victor jara lyrics in english
  • His Hands Were Gentle: Selected Lyrics of Víctor Jara

    His Hands Were Gentle brings together, for the first time in both Spanish and English, the best of Víctor Jara’s lyrics, from early songs like ‘El arado’ (‘The Plow’) to ‘Estadio Chile’ (‘In the Stadium’), written in the hours before his execution. 


    “For me, Victor was everything an activist-musician should be.” Emma Thompson

    “As long as we sing his songs, as long as his courage can inspire us to greater courage, Víctor Jara will never die.” Pete Seeger, American folk-singer 

    Víctor Jara (1932-73) was a legendary Chilean singer, songwriter, guitarist and theatre director. A leader of the New Song Movement, in the aftermath of the military coup of 1973, Jara was arrested, imprisoned and executed. 

    Martín Espada has published more than fifteen books as a poet, editor, essayist and translator, including the poetry collection Crucifixion in the Plaza de Armas(Smokestack, 2008).

    Victor Jara: Manifesto

    The last couple of months I spent a significant amount of time in South America, and the majority in Chile. Unsurprisingly, the legacy of the dictatorship is still very present in the politics and culture of the country, and specifically on the streets of Santiago where during the wintertime students and other activists take to the streets.

    The culture of protest is alive and well in Chile where students regularly walk out of their university classes, line the fences with classroom seats in artistic demonstration and run in mobs spraying tear gas on the streets. As such I wanted to feature a Chilean folk song that was used in protest.

    This was the last song Victor Jara wrote before he was murdered in Pinochet’s 11 September coup in Chile in 1973.

    English translation:

    I don’t sing for love of singing
    or to show off my voice
    but for the statements
    made by my honest guitar
    for its heart is of the earth
    and like the dove it goes flying….
    endlessly as holy water
    blessing the brave and the dying
    so my song has found a purpose
    as Violet Parra would say.

    Yes, my guitar is a worker
    shining and smelling of spring
    my guitar is not for killers
    greedy for money and power
    but for the people who labour
    so that the fu