A Camilo

Where Camilo fell, a cross was born
But not of wood but of light

They killed him when he was going for his rifle
Camilo Torres dies to live

They say that after the bullet a voice was heard
It was God who shouted revolution

He's going to check the cassock, my General
That in the guerrilla there is room for a sacristan

They nailed him to a cross with bullets
They called him a bandit like Jesus

And when they came down with their rifle
They found that the town has one hundred thousand

One hundred thousand Camilos ready to fight
Camilo Torres dies to live