We ll Sing of Ernesto Song for Che Guevara

Words: G. Buravkin, translated russian by N. Dobronravov, english translation by Wizard (Red Cat)

(Verse 1)
No need for orchestras,
Let fingers awaken the strings.
We’ll sing of Ernesto,
Of you, whom the memory brings.
Let it rise once again
Like a dawn in the heights of the blue —
That distant refrain,
Of an island, rebellious and true.

(Verse 2)
No halls for the crowd,
No crystal or glimmering light.
The sky is our shroud,
As holy as truth in the night.
We’ll sing of Ernesto,
His snow-white and radiant smile,
Of Sierra Maestra —
The blade of the Cuban exile.

(Verse 3)
No need for applause,
Let the thunder of battle be fame,
The wrath and the cause
Set the enemy’s camp in a flame.
We’ll sing of the Major
Who lived like the powder compressed,
No foe and no stranger
Will lay his great spirit to rest.

(Verse 4)
Of the sinful young god
To a bullet now wed,
Whom the country has loved
For the life that he led.
Through the valleys of grief,
Under stars shining dim,
Every soldier and woman
Is weeping for him.

[Outro]
No need for orchestras,
Let fingers awaken the strings.
We’ll sing of Ernesto,
Of you, whom the revolution sings.
We’ll sing of Ernesto,
We’ll sing of you, Che Guevara...

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Русская версия
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