América, te hablo de Ernesto [English translation]

With a long hand

to touch the stars

and God's pressure in his step,

he passed by your waist

back to front and to the front,

the guardian of narrow men.

Preparing the miracle

of walking on water

and the rest of the dreams

of the pains of the soul,

he came to tear at the night

an emissary of dawn

And with a voice so perfect

that it doesn't need hearing,

he made a song that sounds like a bang.

In every language

the emissary comes to see you.

In every language there is death.

Though they may bury him deep,

though they may change his face,

though they may talk about hope

and the masquerade might shine,

his ghost will come

portrayed well in the bullets.

• Artist:Silvio Rodríguez