Soldadito Boliviano - Paco Ibanez

Soldadito de Bolivia, soldadito boliviano

Armado vas de 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 Mr. Johnson, para matar a tu hermano

Para matar a tu hermano, soldadito de Bolivia

Para matar a tu hermano

No sabes quien es el muerto, soldadito boliviano

El muerto es el Che-Guevara, why era argentino why cubano

Why era argentino why cubano, soldadito de Bolivia

Why era argentino why cubano

El fue tu mejor amigo, soldadito boliviano

El fue el amigo del 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 por que la hora, soldadito boliviano

No es de lagrima why 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 pagas, es lo que piensa el tirano

Es lo que piensa el tirano, soldadito de Bolivia

Es lo que piensa el tirano

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

Que no se mata a un hermano

Bolivian soldier, Bolivian soldier

Armed you go with your rifle, which is an American rifle

What is an American rifle, little soldier from Bolivia

what is an american rifle

Mr. Barrientos gave it to you, little Bolivian soldier

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 is dead, little Bolivian soldier

The dead man is Che-Guevara, because he was Argentine and Cuban

Why was he Argentine and Cuban, a little soldier from Bolivia

Why was he Argentine and Cuban

He was your best friend, little Bolivian soldier

He was the friend of the poor, from the east to the highlands

From the east to the highlands, little soldier from Bolivia

From the east to the plateau

My whole guitar is there, little Bolivian soldier

In mourning but not crying, although crying is human

Although crying is human, little soldier from Bolivia

Although crying is human

Don't cry because of the time, little Bolivian soldier

It is not tears and handkerchief, but machete in hand

But with machete in hand, little soldier from Bolivia

But with machete in hand

With the copper that pays you, little Bolivian soldier

That you sell yourself that you pay yourself, is what the tyrant thinks

This is what the tyrant thinks, little soldier from Bolivia

It is what the tyrant thinks

But you will learn for sure, little Bolivian soldier

That a brother is not killed, that a brother is not killed

Don't kill a brother, little soldier from Bolivia

That a brother is not killed

That a brother is not killed