Che Por Si Ernesto

We'll do it, you and me,
We'll make it happen,
Let's take the clay:
It's early morning.

The early morning, the early morning,
The early morning is the place
Where dreams reach their peak
Even if some try to darken it,
To shadow it, to make it disappear.

The power of what’s right survives,
It goes on, barely holding back,
Like a seed in winter
It gathers strength, it takes shape, it comes back to life.

Ernesto became Che
In case Guevara was absent.

Che, you, us, me,
The growing tribe that never shrinks
Even if they try to silence us,
Try to break us or drown us.

Guevara became Che
In case Ernesto called out to him.
What he felt, he thought,
He said-did, without banners and in silence.

The strongest thing is to keep you
Deep inside the conscience,
To ensure that red masses don’t frame you, don’t canonize you,
Or that someone doesn’t try to cage an ungovernable river like yours,
Or that new denying monks don’t try to dull your ideas or your arrows.

Ernesto became Che
In case Guevara was dreaming.

The early morning, the early morning,
The early morning is the place most Che
Guevara of dreams.

Let's take the clay:
It's early morning.