Hacen Mil Hombres

A thousand men were born
as numerous as the cane
those of a child, man, and town
tus manos are the mountain

they are teacher and Valle Grande
they are guerrilla, they are the Granma
they are free Cuba, they are Homeland

Your hands keep living
they say: town, town, town
Your hands keep living
they say: fire, fire, fire

Your hands still dead
are living
because they pull the trigger
fighter guerrilla
of that enormous rifle
the will of the peoples

Your hands keep living
they say: fire, fire, fire
Your hands look for your body
they say: town, town, town

tus manos are being kissed by the people
tus manos, tus manos "Che"
your hands fill with faith
fill with faith in victory

tus manos, tus manos "Che"
singing the people tell them
"Forever, I will overcome"

Your hands still dead
are fighting
because your hands
they didn't cut them begging
Your hands still dead
are fighting
because your hands
they didn't cut them begging