La tumba del guerrillero [English translation]

The tomb of the warrior

Where, where, where is it

His mother is asking

No one will respond to her.

The tomb of the warrior

Where, where, where is it

The town is asking

Someday it'll know where.

Warrior, you are still in rivers

Mountains and prairies

In the wind that rocks the hammock

In the kid of Juan

In the humble and crude hands

Of the sutler

In the Milpa where the peasant

Looks and looks for bread.

Like the Trappist poet said

of Solentiname

They didn't want to tell us the site

Of where to find you

And for that your tomb is all

Our territory

In each palm of my Nicaragua

There you are.

The tomb of the warrior...

Warrior, you are born again

In the carbine

In the bronchi of Pedro the miner

That in Siuna died

In the eyes of the miserables that in Acahualinca

Are still waiting sedimentary

For the sunrise of the redemption.

Like the Trappist poet said

of Solentiname

They didn't want to tell us the site

Of where to find you

And for that your tomb is all

Our territory

In each palm of my Nicaragua

There you are.

The tomb of the warrior...