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Everyone asks me, why am I a guerrilla
Here I was pushed, and this is where I die
First of all my name is Joaquin
I know it was difficult, thank you for coming
Nervous, the journalist began to write
Martin the guerrilla held his rifle
It is difficult to live in the mountains
Not being able to see your people and everyone you miss
In my gut I still hear my son
The few words that I uttered in his death
Dad, don't let another child die like this
Do what you can is the only thing I ask
The journalist bought me a cigarette
I showed him the photo I had in my pocket
If he had been rich, the doctors would save him
But we were poor and they didn't treat him
He needs security is what they said
And outside the clinic my son died like this
Everyone asks me, why am I a guerrilla
Here I was pushed, and this is where I died
Joaquin the journalist gave him his condolences
Martin's story really moved him
He promised to do what he could
His messages would reach beyond the mountains
The government is crooked It's no secret
They have us trapped like rats in a hole
Without options without a future without an exit
From the moment we are born we have lost it
I prefer to be here risking my life
To be without food when my son asks for it
Someday I will return to my father
May he rest in peace just like my mother
The government is looking for me and wants to kill me
The people are Work with me is going to be difficult for them
We have to confront them if the cause is really believed
If not my brother dies in the house
Everyone asks me, why am I a guerrilla
Here I was pushed , and this is where I die
Ho ho ho hoooooÂ.ho ho hooooooo x2
Months passed, the note did not come out
Even though Joaquin promised Martin
The The guerrilla felt betrayed
It was a time of hope and this was what it was used to
The government attacks continued
Deaths and sick children increased
What a shame that this exists in the modern world
How shameful that this exists in the modern world
br/>Martin the guerrilla wrote in his notebook
He remembered his sick son
Only by fighting can this hell be changed
Eternal heroes who died due to injustice
Give me the strength to finish this injustice
I grab the rifle, it was the month of April
I shout to the guerrillas «it's time to leave »
I'd rather die than live on my knees