A Don José

See that guy circling around?, circling, circling
The locals call him, my general
The locals call him, my general

He lights up the dark with his voice,
Even the stones know, where he’s headed
Even the stones know, where he’s headed

With freedom, I don’t offend or fear
That Don José
Eastern in life
And in death too
Eastern in life
And in death too

Come see the Indians form the squad
And get the dark-skinned ready, the heart
And get the dark-skinned ready, the heart

And from fire to fire, his voice can be heard
If the homeland calls me, here I am
If the homeland calls me, here I am

With freedom, I don’t offend or fear
That Don José
Eastern in life
And in death too
Eastern in life
And in death too