Canción Del Guerrillero Heroico

My commander Guevara,
There's no flower in your death,
But there are the machine guns,
Stems of blood and pain.

Let the assassins know well:
They haven't killed just a man,
They've killed those who doubt
That it's time to fight.

Let the generals know well:
There's a bullet of sun
For the dark lie
They have in their hearts.

In the flow of the rivers,
From the Aymara dialect
Through highlands and jungles,
The guerrilla will speak.

And he will say the hundred reasons
To conquer or to die,
And each new guerrilla
Will make him feel alive.