A Camilo
Donde cayo Camilo nació una cruz
Pero no de madera sino de luz
Lo mataron cuando iba por su fusil
Camilo Torres muere para vivir
Cuentan que tras la bala se oyó una voz
Era Dios que gritaba revolución
Va a revisar la sotana, mi General
Que en la guerrilla cabe un sacristán
Lo clavaron con balas en una cruz
Lo llamaron bandido como a Jesús
Y cuando ellos bajaron con su fusil
Se encontraron que el pueblo tiene cien mil
Cien mil Camilos pronto a combatir
Camilo Torres muere para vivir
A Camilo
Where Camilo fell, a cross was born
But not of wood but of light
They killed him when he was going for his rifle
Camilo Torres dies to live
They say that after the bullet a voice was heard
It was God who shouted revolution
He's going to check the cassock, my General
That in the guerrilla there is room for a sacristan
They nailed him to a cross with bullets
They called him a bandit like Jesus
And when they came down with their rifle
They found that the town has one hundred thousand
One hundred thousand Camilos ready to fight
Camilo Torres dies to live
Escrita por: Daniel Viglietti