La Guerrillera
Helenita Vargas
The Female Guerrilla
Dolores Contreras was
A lovely peasant
She had her little white house
With just one window
Where every afternoon
An eager young man came
A dark and strong lad
Who lived for her kisses
A dark and strong lad
Who lived for her kisses
Oh, oh, oh
And I saw Lola Contreras
Oh, oh, oh
Walking down the path
Oh, oh, oh
She wore her white dress
Oh, oh, oh
Her braids were very dark
But it happened one day
That to the path arrived
The heralds of death
Minions of violence
And they killed her beloved
Beat her old lady
And burned the crops
Destroyed her little house
And violated the girl
So brave
And so pretty
Oh, oh, oh
And I saw Lola Contreras
Oh, oh, oh
Climbing the mountains
Oh, oh, oh
From her beautiful eyes
Oh, oh, oh
Sad tears were falling
Since that horrendous night
When she fled her little house
She changed her lace dress
For an old rifle
Marching down the road
With her delicate figure
And she went to the mountains
To fight with the Guerrilla
And she went to the mountains
To fight with the Guerrilla
Oh, oh, oh
And I saw Lola Contreras
Oh, oh, oh
With a fierce look
Oh, oh, oh
She doesn't fear death
Oh, oh, oh
She's the Queen of the Guerrilla!
