Текст песни
Won't be the first time they knock down my door
Men carrying guns and ready for war
I smell their fear, it's greater than mine
Their hands are trembling
They don't know why
They can take this body, bones and blood
This house we built with nails and wood
Selling tamales Sunday afternoons
Cleaning rich people's houses while you finished school
If they come for me
If they come for me
If they come for me
If they come for me
Take in the palos de aguacate y limon
Like me they never could grow in the cold
Remember you come from poets and kings
Sangre de guerrillera runs in your veins
I will not run, I will not hide
What have I done but survive?
I will not run soy luz y pan
I will return again and again
En la luz de alba, los tambores de guerra
Los pordioseros que duerman afuera
Olor de fuego, los zopilotes
El viento del sur que te turba la noche
Le melodia que siempre te vuelve
Rabia sagrada de los jovenes rebeldes
Pase que pase sigo aca
Aunque me muera
No me pueden llevar