Camarada

I call you comrade
Above the idea
And clinging to the affection
That we feel for the land

I propose that our hands
Be good for sowing
To feed tenderness
And human rights

I ask that no one be surprised
If I call you comrade
When I find you crying
Out of anger at injustice

When I hear you singing
To love and joy
When I feel you a soldier
In the battle for life

We must arm ourselves with light
To overcome the darkness
This is what Jesus taught us
Our first comrade

And if a child playing
With a wooden truck
Joyfully says: Comrade!
Surely he is naming
The toy maker
And not the one who makes weapons of war

I call life itself
Sweet and good comrade
And upon having the four meters
Of my liberated land
I ask that my comrades
Bid me farewell with songs
Red flowers, fist held high
And promise me to continue
Fighting for the dawn
Which is also comrade
Which is also comrade

(spoken)
Comrade is the drizzle
Falling on dry land
And the song when it flies
To settle in the soul

And comrade is the sky
With its generous blue
Filling all the eyes
That populate the universe

And comrade of love...
the kiss!