Funereal song to Che Guevara


What do you and I,
We will do,
take clay
for the new man.

His blood will come
of all bloods,
erasing the centuries
of fear and hunger.

By arm, a rifle;
look for light,
and with the idea
one leaning bullet.

And where love
a cry hidden,
millions of ears
will be receptive.

Their cry will
war and victory,
as a tablateo
heralding the glory.

And heart
We give that man,
that of the guerrilla
we all know.

What do you and I
(Per arm, a gun)
We will do
(For light eyes)
take clay:
It is early morning.

Inglés:

We will make him, you and I,
we will make him,
let us take the clay
for the new man.

His blood will come
from all bloods,
wiping out the centuries
of fear and hunger

His arm: a rifle,
His light: the gaze
and near to the notion
Aimed an bullet.

Where there is love and
a hidden cry,
Millions of ears
will hear it.

His cry will be
one of war and victory,
like a machine gun burst
That Announces glory.

And as a heart
to this man we will give
the heart of the guerrilla
That all of us know.

We will make him, you and I
(His arm: a rifle)
we will make him
(His light: the gaze)
let us take the clay
the day has dawned. 1965