Comrades of tomorrow,
the battle cries are lost in oblivion,
the rusted riffle got swept in mud,
the manifesto is lost and forgotten,
for the guerilla, lord comes thy way.

the wounds of love and revolution.
Thy Latin America to every generation,
the lord is resurrected from the holy grave,
Thy Christ is lost and mine got awaken.

The baptism of truth and revolution
will engulf every soul of this generation.
The lost revelation and the prophet of truth
"CHE" our brother in arms we stood.