Fiery
Prophet of the Dawn
A Song Written by
Che Guevara, for Fidel Castro.
Let's go,
Fiery prophet of the dawn,
Down winding secret paths.,
To free the green land that you love.
Let's go,
To avenge many wrongs,
Our foreheads full of rebel stars,
Swearing to win or die.
When the first shot is
heard and the land wakes up,
Like a girl startled out of sleep,
We'll be there by your side, calm warriors,
We'll be there.
When your voice proclaims
to the four winds
Land reform, justice, bread and freedom,
We'll be there to echo your words,
We'll be there.
The day the wild beast is
wounded in its side
by our liberating aim,
We'll be with you, hears full of pride,
We'll be there.
Don't think that they can
make us tremble,
Armed with gifts and decorations,
We want a rifle, bullets, a stick,
Nothing more.
And if their rifles mow us
down,
We only ask for Cuban tears
As winding sheets for fighters
Washed away by the flow of history,
Nothing more.
