La Polaca

When I go out on my mountain horse
To visit the girls in my town
On the way, I think of the Polish girl
The one who has always lived in my memories!

Polish girl of my life
Pretty little Cerete girl!
I send you a little letter
With Oswaldo Esquivia

Polish girl of my soul
Pretty little Cerete girl
How beautiful you are
You make me lose my calm

Everything beautiful that her body holds
No poet perhaps has sung it
You are Policarpa, a spring flower
Man, for your love, I live enthusiastically

Your name is Policarpa
The guerrilla woman
Who died for the country
Wrapped in the flag!