Comandante Carlos Fonseca
Luis Enrique Mejía Godoy
Commander Carlos Fonseca
Possessed by the God of fury
And the demon of tenderness
My words break free from prison
Into the rain
And thirsty for light, I call your name, brother
In my hours of isolation
You come crashing through the walls of night
Clear, immense
Commander Carlos, Carlos Fonseca
Tayacán, conqueror of death
Fiancé of the red and black homeland
All of Nicaragua shouts: Present!
Commander Carlos, Carlos Fonseca
Tayacán, conqueror of death
Fiancé of the red and black homeland
All of Nicaragua shouts: Present!
When you appeared, you came to us
With your nearsighted eyes, intense blue
From that moment on, you were the brother
Stubborn, unwavering, eternal
You were a typist, an ant, a hammer
And the day after we met
We saw your subversive posters
On every wall of our town
Commander Carlos, Carlos Fonseca
Tayacán, conqueror of death
Fiancé of the red and black homeland
All of Nicaragua shouts: Present!
Commander Carlos, Carlos Fonseca
Tayacán, conqueror of death
Fiancé of the red and black homeland
All of Nicaragua shouts: Present!
A bullet in the jungle of Zinica
Pierced your strong, saintly heart
And your blood exploded in our lives
Like a giant contact bomb
Overflowing with love for the people
Red trinitarian, your bare chest
Your generous blue eyes
Pointing firmly towards the future
Commander Carlos, Carlos Fonseca
Tayacán, conqueror of death
Fiancé of the red and black homeland
All of Nicaragua shouts: Present!
Commander Carlos, Carlos Fonseca
Tayacán, conqueror of death
Fiancé of the red and black homeland
All of Nicaragua shouts: Present!
When the posters of the tyrant
Are unburied traces of scum
When the traitors and cowards
Are just references of an old story
The coming generations
Of a free and bright Nicaragua
Will remember you forever
With your rifle shooting dawns
Commander Carlos, Carlos Fonseca
Tayacán, conqueror of death
Fiancé of the red and black homeland
All of Nicaragua shouts: Present!
Commander Carlos, Carlos Fonseca
Tayacán, conqueror of death
Fiancé of the red and black homeland
All of Nicaragua shouts: Present!