Juanita, she was as beautiful as a sunrise,
when they met in Madrid a long time ago.
And he was young, he was one of many hundred,
who traveled down to fight for freedom.
And Juanita, she was with them at the front,
and her light gave them additional strength and courage.
And in the evening, she played and sung on the guitar,
about the people and their future that she was prepared
to defend with her blood.
Juanita, he will always remember you.
Yes, because you will always remain inside him.
Juanita, although he never could have you
he can remember how strong and fine you were.
But they lost because the Fascists were strong,
and he went home, with only bitterness left.
And Juanita must hide herself in the mountain,
and although he wrote, he never received an answer.
But the years went by, and heroes also become old,
and they hope that the younger ones will continue.
He got married, and had sons and daughters
and his time with Juanita
became like a dream picture from another life.
Juanita, he will always remember you.
because you will always remain inside him.
Juanita, although he never could have you.
he can remember how strong and fine you were.
Both his sons were in Spain last summer
and vacationed at a newly built fine hotel.
They had met an old lady down at the beach
when they went out to party late one night.
They had spoken and told what their names were,
and that their father was once in Madrid.
Then she stood up and said "I loved him!
But you ran around and encouraged something
He has fought with the risk for his own life!
So go away! I am tired of your oscillating,
because you only delay freedom's time,
and you ought to know that the tourist's money
is like honey in the mouth of the oppressors."
But, Juanita, he will always remember you.
because you will always remain inside him.
Oh, Juanita, although he never could have you
he can remember how strong and fine you were.