Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Canto a Camilo, artist - Carlos Puebla. Album song Cuba Libre, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 19.06.2018
Record label: Universal Digital Enterprises
Song language: Spanish
Canto a Camilo(original) |
Te canto, porque no es cierto |
Que te hayas muerto, Camilo |
Te canto, porque estás vivo |
Y no porque te hayas muerto |
Porque estás vivo en el alma |
Del pueblo de tu cariño |
En la risa de los niños |
Y en el verde de las palmas |
Te canto, porque estás vivo, Camilo |
Y no porque te hayas muerto |
Te canto, porque estás vivo, Camilo |
Y no porque te hayas muerto |
Porque vives, justiciero |
En el hierro bravo y fino |
Del machete campesino |
Y del fusil del obrero |
Porque vive tu presencia |
En el pueblo que te estudia |
Porque estás vivo en la lucha |
Y vivo en la independencia |
Te canto, porque estás vivo, Camilo |
Y no porque te hayas muerto |
Te canto, porque estás vivo, Camilo |
Y no porque te hayas muerto |
Porque estás vivo soldado |
Por la patria siempre en vela |
Porque estás vivo en la escuela |
En la tierra y el arado |
Vivo tu rostro de miel |
En la estrella solitaria |
Vivo en la reforma agraria |
Y en el sueño de Fidel |
Te canto, porque estás vivo, Camilo |
Y no porque te hayas muerto |
Te canto, porque estás vivo, Camilo |
Y no porque te hayas muerto |
Vivo estará en la pelea |
Tu brazo de guerrillero |
Si por el patrio sendero |
Asoma una mala idea |
Y despúes noble y tranquilo |
Como en el momento aquél |
Oirás de nuevo a Fidel |
Preguntar ¿voy bien, Camilo? |
(translation) |
I sing to you, because it is not true |
That you died, Camilo |
I sing to you, because you are alive |
And not because you died |
Because you are alive in the soul |
From the town of your love |
In the laughter of children |
And in the green of the palms |
I sing to you, because you are alive, Camilo |
And not because you died |
I sing to you, because you are alive, Camilo |
And not because you died |
Because you live, vigilante |
In the brave and fine iron |
of the peasant machete |
And from the worker's rifle |
Because your presence lives |
In the town that studies you |
Cause you're alive in the fight |
And I live in independence |
I sing to you, because you are alive, Camilo |
And not because you died |
I sing to you, because you are alive, Camilo |
And not because you died |
because you are alive soldier |
For the country always on watch |
Cause you're alive at school |
In the land and the plow |
I live your honey face |
on the lonely star |
I live in agrarian reform |
And in Fidel's dream |
I sing to you, because you are alive, Camilo |
And not because you died |
I sing to you, because you are alive, Camilo |
And not because you died |
Alive will be in the fight |
Your guerrilla arm |
Yes, along the native path |
A bad idea pops up |
And then noble and quiet |
As in that moment |
You will hear Fidel again |
Ask, am I doing well, Camilo? |