Polished boots, uniform, green pants, blue shirt, caps fastened securely and guns on their shoulders, ready to shoot anyone who dares steal our freedom, the dawn, accompanying them.
Under the beautiful blue sky, men, women and children, took the step to the front, the airports of San Antonio de los Baños, Santiago de Cuba and Ciudad Libertad, receive fire to take away, what belongs to us, once again the American enemy want to get away with it, but our fire ... is stronger.
Only 66 hours sufficed to defeat the mercenary brigade, organized, trained and pertrechade by the CIA, tried to invade our island
Prelude to April 15th, when they attacked us with planes carrying our letters, was the beginning of what we are today, a brave, revolutionary, who defends his integrity, independence and freedom at any cost.
And a man with a strong name, as his boots, guided us, the people said, his name is Fidel. On a tank as big and strong like him, give orders, strength, trust us, you know that we will win.
Giron, small and big name at a time, forged at that time, a great people, worthy of admiration.
The enemy and his minions "who came as cooks" had to recognize that Cuba can not, surrender, was the solution of mercenaries and also die in the attempt.
Boots, berets and guns on their shoulders, stare, hard face, for those we lost, for the innocent lives that were killed without knowing why.
Fidel, the first militant, who gave us education, learned to love our earth, taught us to learn again, that seeks the rule, that does not forgive our decision to fight.
The victory belongns the people, dressed in courage and patriotism, today, 51 years after the invasion, we dressed: polished boots, beret, rifle on shoulder and gaze forward, always forward, to take care of this beautiful island called : Cuba
