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...