GUITARRA EN DUELO MAYOR (Spanish)
© Nicolás Guillén (1902-1989) / Paco Ibáñez (1934 - )
Soldadito de Bolivia,
soldadito boliviano,
armado vas con tu rifle,
que es un rifle americano,
que es un rifle americano,
soldadito de Bolivia,
que es un rifle americano.
Te lo dio el señor Barrientos,
soldadito boliviano,
regalo de Mister Johnson,
para matar a tu hermano,
para matar a tu hermano,
soldadito de Bolivia,
para matar a tu hermano.
¿No sabes quién es el muerto,
soldadito boliviano?
El muerto es el Che Guevara,
y era argentino y cubano,
y era argentino y cubano,
soldadito de Bolivia,
y era argentino y cubano.
Él fue tu mejor amigo,
soldadito boliviano,
él fue tu amigo de a pobre
del Oriente al Altiplano,
del Oriente al Altiplano,
soldadito de Bolivia,
del Oriente al Altiplano.
Está mi guitarra entera,
soldadito boliviano,
de luto, pero no llora,
aunque llorar es humano,
aunque llorar es humano,
soldadito de Bolivia,
aunque llorar es humano.
No llora porque la hora,
soldadito boliviano,
no es de lágrima y pañuelo,
sino de machete en mano,
sino de machete en mano,
soldadito de Bolivia,
sino de machete en mano.
Con el cobre que te paga,
soldadito boliviano,
que te vendes, que te compra,
es lo que piensa el tirano,
es lo que piensa el tirano,
soldadito de Bolivia,
es lo que piensa el tirano.
Despierta, que ya es de día,
soldadito boliviano,
está en pie ya todo el mundo,
porque el sol salió temprano,
porque el sol salió temprano,
soldadito de Bolivia,
porque el sol salió temprano.
Coge el camino derecho,
soldadito boliviano,
no es siempre camino fácil,
no es fácil siempre ni llano,
no es fácil siempre ni llano,
soldadito de Bolivia,
no es fácil siempre ni llano.
Pero aprenderás seguro,
soldadito boliviano,
que a un hermano no se mata,
que no se mata a un hermano,
que no se mata a un hermano,
soldadito de Bolivia,
que no se mata a un hermano. | GUITAR IN MOURNING MAJOR*
Little soldier from Bolivia,
Little Bolivian soldier,
You go, armed with your rifle,
That is an American rifle,
That is an American rifle,
Little soldier from Bolivia,
That is an American rifle.
Mr. Barrientos gave it to you,
Little Bolivian soldier,
A gift from Mr. Johnson,
To kill your brother,
To kill your brother,
Little soldier from Bolivia,
To kill your brother.
You don't know who the dead man is,
Little Bolivian soldier?
The dead man is Che Guevara,
And he was Argentinian and Cuban,
And he was Argentinian and Cuban,
Little soldier from Bolivia,
And he was Argentinian and Cuban.
He was your best friend,
Little Bolivian soldier,
He was the friend of the poor
From the Orient to the Altiplano**,
From the Orient to the Altiplano,
Little soldier from Bolivia,
From the Orient to the Altiplano.
My whole guitar,
Little Bolivian soldier,
Is in mourning, but it does not cry,
Although crying is human
Although crying is human,
Little soldier from Bolivia,
Although crying is human.
It doesn't cry because the time,
Little Bolivian soldier,
Is not of tears and handkerchiefs,
But of a machete in hand,
But of a machete in hand,
Little soldier from Bolivia,
But of a machete in hand.
With the copper he pays you,
Little Bolivian soldier,
That you sell yourself, that he buys you,
That's what the tyrant thinks,
That's what the tyrant thinks,
Little soldier from Bolivia,
That's what the tyrant thinks.
Wake up, it's already daylight,
Little Bolivian soldier,
Everyone is in place,
Because the sun rose early,
Because the sun rose early,
Little soldier from Bolivia,
Because the sun came up early.
Take the right path,
Little Bolivian soldier,
It's not always an easy path,
It is not always easy or flat,
It is not always easy or flat,
Little soldier from Bolivia,
It is not always easy or flat.
But you will learn for sure,
Little Bolivian soldier,
That you do not kill your brother,
That you do not kill your brother,
That you do not kill your brother,
Little soldier from Bolivia,
That you do not kill your brother. |