Camilo Torres
Donde cayó 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!
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
Por su fusil
Se encontraron que el pueblo
Tiene cien mil
Cien mil Camilos prontos
A combatir
Camilo Torres muere
Para vivir
Camilo Torres
Where Camilo fell
a cross was born,
but not made of wood
but of light.
They killed him as he went
for his rifle,
Camilo Torres dies
to live.
They say that after the bullet
a voice was heard.
It was God shouting:
Revolution!
To review the cassock,
my general,
because in the guerrilla
a sacristan fits.
They nailed him with bullets
on a cross,
they called him a bandit
like Jesus.
And when they went down
for his rifle,
they found that the people
have a hundred thousand.
A hundred thousand Camilos ready
to fight,
Camilo Torres dies
to live.