Chamamé Del Gurí Libertador
La Asombrosa Excursión De Zamba
Chamamé of the Liberating Boy
Josesito, go, come
They ask me to run errands
The youngest San Martín
The youngest of five siblings
Yapeyú, where I was born
We are already leaving for Spain
I will miss my fig tree
My friends and my sword
At eleven I already learned
About war and weapons
From Murcia to the Moroccan
I fought on African land
And today they say that Napoleon
Wants to rule Europe
Calm down, King Fernando
I will stop him with my troops
In the Battle of Bailén
I didn't get scared and won medals
Now that I am a colonel
Can I go to the beach for a while?
But England and Portugal
Insist on seeing my saber
After so much war without peace
I'm going to London, I have a ticket
No nation, empire, or king
Can impose on us what to do or think
I am a liberator, for America
We must embark
