Quilapayún - Amanda

I remember you Amanda,
the wet street
leading to the factory
where Manuel worked.
The wide smile,
the rain on your hair
didn't matter to you at all,
you were going to meet
him, him, him.
You have five minutes,
life is eternal
in five minutes,
the siren sounds
to go back to work
and you walking
light up everything,
the five minutes
make you flower.
I remember you Amanda,
the wet street
leading to the factory
where Manuel worked.
The wide smile,
the rain on your hair
didn't matter to you at all,
you were going to meet
him, him, him,
who left for the mountains,
who never did any harm,
who left for the mountains
and was destroyed
in five minutes,
the siren sounds
to go back to work,
many didn't go back,
neither did Manuel.
I remember you Amanda,
the wet street
leading to the factory
where Manuel worked.