We learned to love you
since the historical height
where the sun of your bravery
laid siege to death.
Here remains the white,
the beloved clearness,
of your dear presence,
Commander Che Guevara.
Your hand, glorious and strong,
shoots over history
when all of Santa Clara
wakes up to see you.
You come burning the breeze
with suns of the spring
to plant the flag
with the light of your smile.
Your revolutionary love
drives you to a new enterprise
where they wait for the firmness
of your liberating arm.
We will continue forward,
as we continue together with you,
and with Fidel we tell you:
"Farewell, Commander!"