When the poet is you,
as the poet said,
and you are the one who brought down stars
in a thousand nights
of coloured rains,
What can I tell you, Comandante1?
When you were the one who brought his profile onto the future
and showed it for the first time with the voices of guns
it was you, warrior forever,
for eternity.
What can I sing for you, Comandante?
In vain I search for your pain in my guitar
and in my garden now everything is beautiful,
there is no fear anymore.
What can I leave you, Comandante?
If it would not be to exchange my guitar for your fate
or to deny the sun a song
or to die without love
What can I sing for you, Comandante?
When the poet is you,
as the poet said,
and you are the one who brought down stars
in a thousand nights
of coulored rains.
What can I sing for you, Comandante?
1. Che Guevara