Yo te nombro (balada) words: Gian Franco Pagliaro, music: Nacha Guevara
For the caged bird, for the fish in the pond, for my friend in prison for saying what he thinks, for the flowers that have been pulled up, for the plants that have been stepped on, for the pruned trees, for the tortured bodies…I name you, liberty.
For the repressed anger, for the clenched teeth, for the lump in the throat, for the voices that don’t sing, for the clandestine kiss, for the censored words, for the exiled youth…I name you, liberty. For the invaded lands, for the conquered villages, for the oppressed people, for the extinguished fires, for those burned at the stake, for the assassinated hero, for the exploited peoples…I name you, liberty. I name you in the name of everything, for your real name. I name you when dusk falls, when no one sees me. I write your name on the walls of my city. Your real name—your name and other names. What I don’t name for fear, I name you, liberty.