A Camilo
Victor Jara
A Camilo
Where Camilo fell, a cross was born
but not made of wood, but of light.
They killed him as he went for his rifle.
Camilo Torres dies to live.
They say that after the bullet, a voice was heard
it was God shouting revolution.
He's going to check the cassock, my General,
because in the guerrilla, a sacristan fits.
They nailed him with bullets on a cross,
they called him a bandit like Jesus (Repeat)
And when they came down with their rifles
they found that the people have a hundred thousand.
A hundred thousand Camilos ready to fight
Camilo Torres dies to live