I, I was never very young   I walk like a stranger through this world   No,    No you don't know me   Although I'm with you I'm so far away...   But it wasn't the heat that   Threw the night into turmoil   Put the city in darkness   And soldiers on the street   But the car   Burning up on the roadside   For all those in exile   Waiting to be released   In city   Surrounded by slums   Invaded by soldiers   Invaded by debt   Under dictator   Who escalates terror   Provoking further   Intensive civil unrest   And in the fear of   The nights' disappearances   A conspiracy of silence   Spread up around us like a wall   Between commemoration candles   And the twelve o'clock curfew   You started to feel less   Until you couldn't feel at all   Stood on the wrong side   Of the barricades in the national strike   Then became exile   Remember:   Soldiers shooting into the crowd ath the university   Growing up under government   Where to be young is to be the enemy   Remember:   Where soldiers tear gas churches   And there's ten thousand missing persons   Whose cases are never solved   And the government advises not to get involved   No Te Metas...   Someday we'll return there   From the years spent in exile   To the land where we were born   From the years spent in exile   Someday we'll be free there   In the land where we were born