Cuando voy al trabajo [English translation]

When I go to work

I think of you,

through the neighborhood streets

I think of you,

when I watch the faces

through the tarnished glass

not knowing who they are, where they go.

I think of you,

my dear, I think of you.

Of you, companion of my days,

and of the future

of the bitter hours

and the luck of being able to live,

working the start of a story

without knowing the end.

When the shift ends

and the evening goes

stretching its shadow

over the stork

and on returning from the job

arguing among friends

explaining problems

of this time and fate,

I think of you,

my dear, I think of you.

Of you, companion of my days,

and of the future

of the bitter hours

and the luck of being able to live,

working the start of a story

without knowing the end.

When I arrive at home

you are there,

and we fasten the dreams...

Working the start of a story

without knowing the end.

• Artist:Victor Jara