Woman of Sumpul River
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December 21, 2012
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MP3 2.3 MB, bitrate 128 kbps.
2:33 minutes
Words/music
Claribel Alegria/Tom Neilson © Tom Neilson
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Come with me. Let us climb the volcano. Break through the fog, history is bubbling there. Morazon y Marti and all you brave people Gambling with death for our freedom We tried to get away. It was the 14th of May, My man taken away with his thumbs tied. I wept for him in my silence, My youngest son in my arms. When the soldiers came, I played dead, Afraid my baby would cry. I was hiding in the river for a long time. My wet body is the earth, Wounded mother earth, Oozing tenderness from a gaping wound. The soldiers do not see me Nor the gringo who counts the dead, Nor the yankee pilot in his gunship overhead. They cannot see the guerilleros Disguised as ancient sentinels. With the woman of Sumpul let us climb the volcano. Break through the fog, history is bubbling there. Morazon y Marti and all you brave people Gambling with death for our freedom