Comandante Carlos Fonseca

Possessed by the god of fury
And the demon of tenderness.
My words leave the prison
Towards the rain.
And thirsty for light, I name you brother
In my hours of isolation,
You come knocking down the walls of the night
Clear, immense.

Chorus: Commander Carlos, Carlos Fonseca,
Tayacán victor over death,
Bridegroom of the red and black homeland
Whole Nicaragua shouts: Present!

Chorus: Commander Carlos, Carlos Fonseca,
Tayacán victor over death,
Bridegroom of the red and black homeland
Whole Nicaragua shouts: Present!

When you appeared, you came to us
With your intense blue short-sighted eyes,
Since then you were the brother
Stubborn, unyielding, eternal.
You were a typist, ant, hammer
And the day after our meeting
We saw your submerged signs
On all the walls of our town.

A bullet in the jungle of Zinica
Penetrated your strong saintly heart
And your blood exploded in our lives
Like a giant contact bomb.
Overflowing with love for men,
Red trinitarian your bare chest,
Your generous blue eyes
Aiming firmly towards the future.

When the tyrant's posters
Are unburied traces of the scum;
When the traitors and cowards
Are references of an old story.
The future generations
Of free and luminous Nicaragua
Will remember you eternally
With your rifle shooting dawn.