Again the breeze brings aerates the dense jungles of Bolivia, the Andean mountains of Sierra Maestra, the plain, the city where he lives and beats his example, Commander Guevara.
These new air are the real expression of liberators dreams and eloquence of the new man, as you dreamed, eternal rebel.
This Latin American fire that gave strength and life with your own image, emerges today as the only hope in Brazil, Venezuela and Bolivia.
Because the blood was not in vain and even thousand tyrants be anxious to extinguish this flame of the Andes, the Sierra Maestra, the dense jungles of Bolivia, expands your quest solidarity.
Here's between us, with your big smile and your nice phrase that leads to fight for the new world.
Ee feel you Commander, in the marches of the people, we can feel in René, Antonio, Ramon, Gerardo and Fernando, while the monster in his lair, weaves dreams of cheating. In the dignified people you formed, you multiply and grow to overcome the shame and lies of the tyrant.
Here gather the sound of the drum and marimba, the grater and covered the body with the Peruvian poncho, to dress your Continent of tunes, that rises from the imperialist yoke, by a desire for freedom, as you dreamed, Commander.
Because in that schoolhouse in La Higuera, where the crime took umbrage to deprive of life and turn your hands off, a white dove is challenging, with its light illuminating the whole American continent, as dreamed, Commander Guevara, brother.
