Coverinfo
Bruce covered the song only once:
2013-09-12 Movistar Arena, Santiago, Chile
Bruce begins the encores with a cover of
Victor Jara's "Manifiesto", sung entirely in Spanish. Jara was a teacher, poet, singer-songwriter, political activist and member of the Communist Party Of Chile. Soon after the Chilean Coup of September 1973 he was arrested, tortured and murdered. The song is performed in a sparse acoustic arrangement, with Springsteen accompanied by Nils Lofgren and Curt Ramm. Pro-shot video of "Manifiesto" was subsequently posted online
Bruce introduced the song in Spanish, translated by
Backstreets to:
"In 1988 we played for Amnesty International in Mendoza, Argentina, but Chile was in our hearts. We met many families of desaparecidos, which had pictures of their loved ones. It was a moment that stays with me forever. A political musician, Victor Jara, remains a great inspiration. It's a gift to be here and I take it with humbleness."
Bruce on the artist
Victor Jara's Sad history
On the morning of September 12, 1973 Jara was taken, along with thousands of others, as a prisoner to the Chile Stadium (renamed the Estadio Víctor Jara in September 2003). In the hours and days that followed, many of those detained in the stadium were tortured and killed there by the military forces. Jara was repeatedly beaten and tortured; the bones in his hands were broken as were his ribs. Fellow political prisoners have testified that his captors mockingly suggested that he play guitar for them as he lay on the ground with broken hands. Defiantly, he sang part of "
Venceremos" (We Will Win), a song supporting the Popular Unity coalition. After further beatings, he was machine-gunned on September 16, his body dumped on a road on the outskirts of Santiago and then taken to a city morgue where 44 bullets were found in his body.
Lyrics
Yo no canto por cantar
ni por tener buena voz,
canto porque la guitarra
tiene sentido y razón.
Tiene corazón de tierra
y alas de palomita,
es como el agua bendita,
santigua glorias y penas.
Aquí se encajó mi canto,
como dijera Violeta,
guitarra trabajadora
con olor a primavera.
Que no es guitarra de ricos
ni cosa que se parezca.
Mi canto es de los andamios
para alcanzar las estrellas.
Que el canto tiene sentido
cuando palpita en las venas...
del que morirá cantando,
... las verdades verdaderas.
No las lisonjas fugaces
ni las famas extranjeras
sino el canto de una lonja
hasta el fondo de la tierra.
Ahí donde llega todo
y donde todo comienza,
canto que ha sido valiente,
siempre será canción nueva,
siempre será canción nueva,
siempre será canción nueva...