Текст и перевод песни Victor Jara - Camilo Torres

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 of wood
But of light.

They killed him when he went
For his rifle,
Camilo Torres dies
To live.

They say that after the bullet
A voice was heard.
It was God who cried out:
Revolution!

To check the cassock,
My General,
That in the guerrilla there is room
For a sacristan.

They nailed him with bullets
On a cross,
They called him a bandit
Like Jesus.

And when they came 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.