Viernes de Lujuria . . . ! ( Matador )

They say the matador, I was born in shacks. If we're talking about killing my words kill. Not long ago, Lion Santillan fell and now I know that at any moment they'll give them to me.

They're looking for the matador in a cold pension, I'm waiting for them in the darkest part of my room with a rifle in hand, expecting my end.

Matador, matador where are you, matador matador, don't go away, matador matador, oh yeah matador, killed

Wind of liberty, combative blood in the pockets of the people the old wound suddenly the day becomes night for me

Murmurs, runs that guy hits the door, the police force arrives Papapao... my father the matador look brother where you ended up for fighting for a better world

They're ringing, they're bullets
they reach me, they catch me
resist, Víctor Jara
doesn't shut up.
Matador, matador
matador you are being sought
matador, matador
matador you are being killed
matador, oh yeah
matador, matador
They tell me I'm the matador of 100 Buenos Aires neighborhoods
I don't have to be afraid my words are bullets
bullets of peace, bullets of justice
I am the voice of those who were silenced without reason
just for thinking differently, oh God
Santa María de los Buenos Aires
if everything were better

Matador, matador
If everything were better
Matador, matador
Where are you going, matador
Matador
Matador, matador