Lyrics and translation Inti Illimani - Palimpsesto

Palimpsesto

Huelga deciros que yo os quiero más
En la profunda pulpa de antesueño,
Cuando el glacial se reconvierte en sol
Y se nos va la esperma en el empeño,
Y se nos cuaja el ceño de cenizas
ávidas de hendir el cavilar de leño.
Huelga deciros, libertad os una,
Que os sueño arando en hierro y sabio azote,
Volviendo a errar y a errar sin miramientos
Sobre un caballo y sobre un brioso brote,
Que es una forma de entender amar
Y otra jornada que vencéis al trote
Con ansia de echar la tierra a mugir, la luz a rodar.
Huelga dudar que libertad amando
Me vuelva a herir
La gana regresando.
Qué hambre tener qué libertad os una
Os una en la memoria del ultraje,
Os rememore y os despierte al vuelo,
Os calce el corazón con los corajes,
Os arremeta, sin parar, la estancia
Oscura en que bebéis
La injuria y su brebaje.
Qué hombre volver para que os una libre
Libre su nombre y su veloz corpiño,
Su vientre cuarzo y su agonía historia,
Y sus cadenas, su reloj, su niño.
Y os avecine, os una, y os ausculte
Con sus dos manos y sus tres cariños,
Y su refulgir
Su oficio de herir
La luz por venir.
Si nos va a arder la gana en toda luna
Y hemos de andarla junto tierra a tierra
Que en las raíces libertad nos una.

Palimpsesto

Allow me to tell you I love you more
In the deep pulp of dreams,
When the glacier turns back into the sun
And our sperm is spent in our endeavor,
And our brow is lined with ashes,
Eager to cleave the cogitation of wood.
Allow me to tell you, freedom unites you,
That I dream of you plowing in iron and a wise whiplash,
Returning to wander and to wander without hesitations
Upon a horse and upon a spirited sprout,
Which is a way of understanding how to love
And another day that you conquer at a trot
With the eagerness to make the earth roar, the light to roll.
Allow me to doubt that freedom, in loving
Will wound me again
The desire returning.
What hunger to have, what freedom unites you
Unites you in the memory of the outrage,
Remembers you and awakens you to flight,
Shoes your heart with courage,
Attacks you, without stopping, the room
Dark in which you drink
The injury and its potion.
What a man to return to make you free
Free his name and his swift bodice,
His quartz belly and his agony history,
And his chains, his watch, his child.
And brings you near, unites you, and auscultates you
With his two hands and his three affections,
And his radiance
His trade of wounding
The light to come.
If the desire is going to burn us in every moon
And we must walk it together from earth to earth
May freedom unite us in its roots.