The crowd will gather in that dirty airport. The red flags will wave, whipped by the wind, and a Cuban girl, small, fired up, waits for the opportunity to kill... She has been chosen. for the Lord, to free the Cuban people
to take them out of terror only with their small hands
and nothing will be able to stop them, nothing will make them abandon...
CUBA FREE!!
The plane door is now opening
he has put a couple of bullets in the magazine
the president of our nation has come
he is preparing the big reception smiling.
You can now see him , butt in cheek
he has him right in his sights
only his heart can be heard.
Castro greets, smiles, and looks and... BOW!
a sound sounds I shoot and it starts to roll...
He already killed him, he already achieved it
the blood has stained the uniform of terror
he throws away the rifle, cries with fear...
Does he? Who would suspect an innocent girl... who cries
among people?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeaaah...
Kill Castro... kill Castro... .
Kill Castro... kill Castro...

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