Car horns and rumba music

Through the city's broken heart

Is this the devil's own back yard

It was fourty years ago

That the gangster he fell

To a rag bag of men

The world remembers well



Happy Birthday Revolution

I'm standing here

Watching the world

Fall apart



Our leader he was young

Galant and divine

It was the age of blood and romance

They shot him in Bolivia

No tear did we cry

For how many men

Can chose the way that they die



Happy Birthday Revolution

I'm standing here

Watching the world

Fall apart



We paint him on buildings

With sadness in our eyes

If we suffer hungry days

We call it sacrifice

Some say his dream is full of holes

We have dignity and pride

We have independence

Or is it just a yankee lie



Happy Birthday Revolution

I'm standing here

Watching the world

Fall apart