Chamamé Del Gurí Libertador

Josesito, go, come
They ask me to run errands
The youngest San Martín
The youngest of five siblings

Yapeyú, where I was born
We are already leaving for Spain
I will miss my fig tree
My friends and my sword

At eleven I already learned
About war and weapons
From Murcia to the Moroccan
I fought on African land

And today they say that Napoleon
Wants to rule Europe
Calm down, King Fernando
I will stop him with my troops

In the Battle of Bailén
I didn't get scared and won medals
Now that I am a colonel
Can I go to the beach for a while?

But England and Portugal
Insist on seeing my saber
After so much war without peace
I'm going to London, I have a ticket

No nation, empire, or king
Can impose on us what to do or think
I am a liberator, for America
We must embark