The crowd will gather
in that dirty airport.
The red flags will wave violently in the wind
and a little cuban girl, small, hidden,
awaits the chance to kil...
She's been chosen by the Lord
to liberate the Cuban people,
to get them out of the terror
with her small hands alone
and nothing can stop her, nothing will make her quit...
¡¡FREE CUBA!!
And now the plane's door open,
she's put a couple bullets in the magazine.
The president of our nation has come,
and smiles as he prepares the grand reception.
She can see him now, rifle butt against her cheek,
she has him spot in the middle of her sights,
her heart is the only things you can hear.
Castro waves, smiles, and looks and... ¡POW!
a shot rings and he begins to roll...
She killed him, she made it,
blood has stained the uniform of terror.
She throws away the rifle, cries in terror...
¿Who will suspect an innocent little girl
crying amongst the people?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaah...
To kill Castro... to kill Castro...
To kill Castro... to kill Castro...