Soldadito Boliviano

Bolivian little soldier, Bolivian little soldier
Armed you go with your rifle, which is an American rifle
Which is an American rifle, Bolivian little soldier
Which is an American rifle

Mr. Barrientos gave it to you, Bolivian little soldier
A gift from Mr. Johnson, to kill your brother
To kill your brother, Bolivian little soldier
To kill your brother

You don't know who the dead one is, Bolivian little soldier
The dead one is Che Guevara, and he was Argentine and Cuban
And he was Argentine and Cuban, Bolivian little soldier
And he was Argentine and Cuban

He was your best friend, Bolivian little soldier
He was the friend of the poor, from the east to the highlands
From the east to the highlands, Bolivian little soldier
From the east to the highlands

My guitar is whole, Bolivian little soldier
In mourning but not crying, although crying is human
Although crying is human, Bolivian little soldier
Although crying is human

It doesn't cry because the time, Bolivian little soldier
Is not for tears and handkerchiefs, but for machete in hand
But for machete in hand, Bolivian little soldier
But for machete in hand

With the copper that pays you, Bolivian little soldier
That you sell yourself, that you pay yourself, that's what the tyrant thinks
That's what the tyrant thinks, Bolivian little soldier
That's what the tyrant thinks

But you will surely learn, Bolivian little soldier
That a brother is not killed, that you don't kill a brother
That you don't kill a brother, Bolivian little soldier
That you don't kill a brother
That you don't kill a brother