Hijo Nuestro
Todos Tus Muertos
Our Son
Sandino! Sandino!
This is dedicated to the general
the one who to no one, never to anyone,
has done harm
the patriot of Latin America:
Augusto César Sandino
I am a sincere man (sometimes)
from where the grass grows
and before I die I want
to sing my war song
Guantanamera, peasant girl, Guantanamera
I am a sincere man
(I am a sincere man)
from where the grass grows
(from where Juana grew up)
and before I die I want
(and before I rot I want)
to sing my war song
(sing my soul song)
Guantanamera, peasant girl Guantanamera
Guantanamera, peasant girl Guantanamera
Our son rotten in the river
our son of our passion
to sing animals for his resurrection
to sing animals for his resurrection
She is from the oligarchy
and doesn't want to know anything more about you
no no no!!
Our son...
She is an empty whore
and doesn't want to know anything more about you
no no no!!!
If she moves it like she stirs it
how delicious the chocolate
you won't expect me to die for someone
if she moves it like she stirs it
how delicious the chocolate
and you won't expect me to die for you
The little black girl grumbles
that the milonga doesn't go out
the little black girl grumbles
atonga cameronga
that the milonga doesn't end
little black girl grumbles
She is from the oligarchy
and doesn't want to know anything more about you
no no no!!
