Letras
Oh, mama mama look there
Your children are playing in the street again
Don't you know what happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokaine guns of Jamdown Town
Killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting
Those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende and the days before
Before the army came
And please remember Victor Jara
In the Santiago Stadium
Es Verdas
Those Washington bullets again
And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961
Havana fought a playboy in the Cuban sun
For Castro is the colour is a redder than red
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is a colour
That will earn you a spray of lead
Sandinista!
For the very first time ever
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua
No interference from America
Human rights in Amerika!
The people fought the leader and up he flew
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?
Sandinista!
Sandinista!
And if you find an Afghan rebel that the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist
Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet
How many monks did the Chinese get?
In a war-torn swamp, stop any mercenary
Check the U.S. bullets in his armoury
Sandinista!
Sandinista!
Sandinista!