Marco's Hall

In the distance of the jungle
A clear horse is seen
Among plants and mists
With a hooded man
He comes with his fist up
As Genaro has done
As Cabañas did
And also Che Guevara

To shout at the government
We are tired of misery
Of violence and bad times
And them spending our money

No one knows for sure
What his baptismal name is
But here he became Marcos
Among pure indigenous and mestizo with the heart
Open and the mind in our land
He is always watching us
From there, from the mountains

To open the eyes of the people
And shout at the elusive ones
That's enough of injustices
And of being too clever

Far away it is seen
Among the smoke and ashes
With rage in the smile, with
The face inflamed
The courage and annoyance, the helplessness
Of knowing that your hunger is suicide

Hey! Your fight is not with me
It's with everyone who steals your shelter
With those who rob you, with those who kill you
With those who govern with the mind of a cow

Fly, fly little dove
Run and tell the impostors
That the water is over
Because the subcommander has arrived
That they return what was stolen
That they deliver it right away
All the stolen lands
And also the money

Because we will not allow
Any more cheating in plebiscites
Because we will not allow
Any more cheating in plebiscites

With this I say goodbye
I'm going to see the commander
With the V for victory
Until always and forward
As Carlos Puebla did
And friend Oscar Chavez
Until victory always
Until always and forward

Until victory always
Until always and forward
Until victory always
Until always, commander
Until victory always
Until always and forward
Until victory always
Until always, commander