Camilo Torres - Victor Jara

Donde cayó Camilo

Nació una cruz

Pero no de madera

Sino de luz

Lo mataron cuando iba

Por su fusil

Camilo Torres muere

Para vivir

Cuentan que tras la bala

Se oyó una voz

Era Dios que gritaba:

¡Revolución!

A revisar la sotana

Mi general

Que en la guerrilla cabe

Un sacristán

Lo clavaron con balas

En una cruz

Lo llamaron bandido

Como a Jesús

Y cuando ellos bajaron

Por su fusil

Se encontraron que el pueblo

Tiene cien mil

Cien mil Camilos prontos

A combatir

Camilo Torres muere

Para vivir

Where Camilo fell

a cross was born

but not wood

but of light

They killed him when he was

for his rifle

Camilo Torres dies

To live

They say that after the bullet

a voice was heard

It was God who shouted:

Revolution!

to check the cassock

my general

that fits in the guerrilla

a sacristan

They nailed him with bullets

on a cross

They called him a bandit

Like Jesus

And when they came down

for his rifle

They found that the people

has a hundred thousand

One hundred thousand Camilos ready

to fight

Camilo Torres dies

To live