El Ojo Moro
La Vela Puerca
The Evil Eye
Long live the Moorish Eye!
If it goes out, give it light
He deserves it for being a tyrant
Hang him on the cross
Shots are heard in Havana
But it is better not to run
If they tear off your posters
Don't be offended
They sell disposable life
For the turnip that is there
That he will surely buy it
To say that he was here
Go sweating the drop
Because he's coming, maybe
Go peeling the silks
That The Candle has already arrived
No more corruption on earth
No more tyranny in heaven
No more color killing
No more foreign interests
The people with a virile soul
Bloody stages begin
They reintegrate in Chiapas
The martyrs of Brazil
The beasts to their lair
Men towards the dawn
The Liberating Legion
It does not give up or crush
And when you shout "enough!"
The time cannot be postponed
They sell disposable life
For the turnip that is there
That he will surely buy it
To say that he was here
Go sweating the drop
Because he's coming, maybe
Go peeling the silks
That La Vela has already arrived
