I am your root hidden among rocks and thorns - Julia de Burgos

General Rafael, Trujillo General/may your name be an eternal echo of cadavers/Dictator of the splendid Dominican people/massacred in your desires and asleep in its rages,/what is your scepter made of? From what sun are you nourished?

It is no longer a song./It is a battlecry./Battlecry of living strength,/of men who struggle,/of minds that free themselves,/of free arms/ready not to fall./The masses roar./They think./They are.

la gran muerte espera recogerme en sus astros.