La familia, la propiedad privad y el amor [English translation]

The collapse of a dream, something found passing

Turned out to be you, an ownerless sponge

A whistle seeking, turned out to be me

When two bullets are found on a battlefield

Something should happen

May love of the head predict toward the ground

A cloud will come or stampedes of time

The eyes will have

It was precise, something, always, and not because

You had white ribbons on your skin

You had a price posted since yesterday

You were worth four stamps of the law

You, seated above fear

Seated above fear

Of running

A good decent house girl cannot leave

What would the people at Sunday mass say

If they know about you, what would friends say

The old neighbors that come here

What would the windows say

Your mother and your sister and all the centuries

Of Spanish colonialism that not in vain

Have made you a coward, what would God say

Without housewives, without the church, and without the law

God, to whom you already surrendered yourself in communion

God, who makes children's souls eternal

Who will destroy bombs and napalm

The collapse of a dream

Something found passing turned out to be you

An ownerless sponge

A whistle seeking turned out to be me

Seek love with rings

And signed papers and when you stop loving...

Have the children present

Do not leave your husband nor a good home

And if they do not resist, saw off the goods

Because you too have a right, because

You had white ribbons on your skin

You had a price posted since yesterday

You were worth four stamps of the law

You, seated above fear

Of running

• Artist:Silvio Rodríguez