Soldadito Boliviano
Soldadito de Bolivia, soldadito boliviano
armado vas de tu rifle, que es un rifle americano
que es un rifle americano, soldadito de Bolivia
que es un rifle americano
Te lo dio el señor Barrientos, soldadito boliviano
regalo de Mr. Johnson, para matar a tu hermano
para matar a tu hermano, soldadito de Bolivia
para matar a tu hermano
No sabes quien es el muerto, soldadito boliviano
el muerto es el Che-Guevara, y era argentino y cubano
y era argentino y cubano, soldadito de Bolivia
y era argentino y cubano
El fue tu mejor amigo, soldadito boliviano
el fue el amigo del pobre, del oriente al altiplano
del oriente al altiplano, soldadito de Bolivia
del oriente al altiplano
Está mi guitarra entera, soldadito boliviano
de luto pero no llora, aunque llorar es humano
aunque llorar es humano, soldadito de Bolivia
aunque llorar es humano
No llora por que la hora, soldadito boliviano
no es de lagrima y pañuelo, sino de machete en mano
sino de machete en mano, soldadito de Bolivia
sino de machete en mano
Con el cobre que te paga, soldadito boliviano
que te vendes que te pagas, es lo que piensa el tirano
es lo que piensa el tirano, soldadito de Bolivia
es lo que piensa el tirano
Pero aprenderás seguro, soldadito boliviano
que a un hermano no se mata, que no se mata a un hermano
que no se mata a un hermano, soldadito de Bolivia
que no se mata a un hermano
que no se mata a un hermano
Bolivian Little Soldier
Bolivian little soldier, Bolivian little soldier
Armed you go with your rifle, which is an American rifle
Which is an American rifle, Bolivian little soldier
Which is an American rifle
Mr. Barrientos gave it to you, Bolivian little soldier
A gift from Mr. Johnson, to kill your brother
To kill your brother, Bolivian little soldier
To kill your brother
You don't know who the dead one is, Bolivian little soldier
The dead one is Che Guevara, and he was Argentine and Cuban
And he was Argentine and Cuban, Bolivian little soldier
And he was Argentine and Cuban
He was your best friend, Bolivian little soldier
He was the friend of the poor, from the east to the highlands
From the east to the highlands, Bolivian little soldier
From the east to the highlands
My guitar is whole, Bolivian little soldier
In mourning but not crying, although crying is human
Although crying is human, Bolivian little soldier
Although crying is human
It doesn't cry because the time, Bolivian little soldier
Is not for tears and handkerchiefs, but for machete in hand
But for machete in hand, Bolivian little soldier
But for machete in hand
With the copper that pays you, Bolivian little soldier
That you sell yourself, that you pay yourself, that's what the tyrant thinks
That's what the tyrant thinks, Bolivian little soldier
That's what the tyrant thinks
But you will surely learn, Bolivian little soldier
That a brother is not killed, that you don't kill a brother
That you don't kill a brother, Bolivian little soldier
That you don't kill a brother
That you don't kill a brother