A Don José

Come to that Creole surrounded, surrounded, surrounded
The countrymen call him, my general
The countrymen call him, my general

He lights up the darkness with his voice
And even the stones know where he's going
And even the stones know where he's going

With freedom, I neither offend nor fear, that Don José
Oriental in life, and in death as well
Oriental in life, and in death as well

Seeing the Indians form the squadron
And the dark-skinned people prepare their hearts
And the dark-skinned people prepare their hearts

And from campfire to campfire, the voice is heard
If the homeland calls me, here I am
If the homeland calls me, here I am

With freedom, I neither offend nor fear, that Don José
Oriental in life and in death as well
Oriental in life and in death as well