A keresés eredménye

Oh, Che's path

I was born in the pampa
At the heart of a continent
And I carried in my dreams
The American homeland
 
I don't have neither name nor age
My roof1 is the sky and its clouds
I am a passing wind
Free and full of thunder
 
Oh, Che's path
Homeland or death, that's my fate
Oh, Che's path
Homeland or death, that's your fate
 
Tomorrow, if my life were to stop
I'm telling you, my armed brothers
Remember that I am dying
Without any regrets or tears
 
No statues or honors (needed)
My brothers, dry your tears
Throw the flowers in the wind
Sing the homeland or death
 
Oh, Che's path
Homeland or death, that's my fate
Oh, Che's path
Homeland or death, that's your fate
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Che's path
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, Che's path
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, Che's path
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Che's path
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Che's path
 

• 1. read: my house