Lyrics:

(Tomas Borge and Louis Enrique Mejia Godoy, english translation by Jorge Calderon) My personal revenge will be the right Of our children in the schools and in the gardens My personal revenge will be to give you This song which has flourished without panic My personal revenge will be to show you The kindness in the eyes of my people Who have always fought relentlessly in battle And been generous and firm in victory My personal revenge will be to tell you good morning On a street without beggars or homeless When instead of jailing you I suggest You shake away the sadness there that blinds you And when you who have applied your hands in torture Are unable to look up at what surrounds you My personal revenge will be to give you These hands that once you so mistreated But have failed to take away their tenderness It was the people who hated you the most When rage became the language of their song And underneath the skin of this town today Its heart has been scarred forevermore It was the people who hated you the most When rage became the language of their song And underneath the skin of this town today Its heart has been scarred forevermore And underneath the skin of this town today Red and black, its heart's been scarred Forevermore