Cruz de luz
Daniel Viglietti
Light Cross
Where Camilo fell
A cross was born,
But not made of wood
But of light.
They killed him as he
Went for his rifle,
Camilo Torres dies
To live.
They say that after the bullet
A voice was heard.
It was God shouting:
Revolution!
Check the cassock,
My general,
Because in the guerrilla
Fits a sacristan.
They nailed him with bullets
On a cross,
They called him a bandit
Like Jesus.
And when they went down
For his rifle,
They found that the people
Have a hundred thousand.
A hundred thousand Camilos ready
To fight,
Camilo Torres dies
To live.
