Guevara’s image haunts the majestic night
The lashes of my heart hit my flesh; the acid of my eyes burns my cheek
As I limp with all my pride for the darkened day damned light
The heroes fade into the day sky for freedom we seek
The bankers with damned cowardice they fight
His body hits the earth; his spirit vibrated my mind
Hey Che race the world in a motorcycle with intellect and beauty aligned
A nation grieves tonight for no patriotic pledge
Che, pal, your gone now with blood sad smudge
They only killed a man, a legend with sore heart of love
As the tears fall over his grave through it flies a white dove
Guevara is gone but the smoke of his cigar here still lingers
By a crippled sadness and the sweet soprano song of singers
A tormented soul of revolutionary eyes
The wind blows his hairs as a swift bird flies
A hero of all of the forsaken, neglected few
Imprisoned in slavery labor with no apparent clue
My soul is drugged with a numb moral
I hitchhiked only for the light he tried to shine for all
When you ramble through the land though it’s the same collage
Random pictures of poverty, sorrow, tears that are free of charge
Privatized crusaders with their holy wars
Salah Al dein fought too for liberty’s locked doors
Genetic greed and genocide’s seed on humans feed
Ernesto a like him fought and freedom was his plead
Authoritarian head of no rational understanding
Che he killed you with his bloody trigger demanding
We have blood in our eyes for you
And a terrible ache in our hearts that’s true
Although it exists though revolution differs
It’s gone to no man’s land along with poor drifters
As pure as those sweet piano tune
As romantic as lovers stare at the moon
As we let go a goodbye ballon
The little girl cries for your loss
While he who has his weapons toss
Now the wind blows as in the empty blinding light
That’s where Guevara’s image haunts the majestic night
Yet Che’s motorcycle is red liquid stained alone
It will be ridden past the free meadows very soon.
