Do you see that creole going around,
going around, going around...?
The peasents call him
«my General».
He illuminates with his voice,
the darkness...
And even the stones know,
where he goes.
«With freedom, I don't offend or fear».
What a sir José!...
Oriental in life
and also in death.
Do you see the indians forming
the squad
and the blacks preparing
the heart?
And from one fireplace to another
the voice is heard:
«If the homeland calls me upon,
here I am!»