Lyrics of Soldadito Boliviano - Paco Ibanez

Soldadito Boliviano (original)

Soldadito de Bolivia, soldadito boliviano
Armado vas de tu rifle, que es un rifle americano
Que es un rifle americano, soldadito de Bolivia
Que es un rifle americano
Te lo dio el señor Barrientos, soldadito boliviano
Regalo de Mr. Johnson, para matar a tu hermano
Para matar a tu hermano, soldadito de Bolivia
Para matar a tu hermano
No sabes quien es el muerto, soldadito boliviano
El muerto es el Che-Guevara, why era argentino why cubano
Why era argentino why cubano, soldadito de Bolivia
Why era argentino why cubano
El fue tu mejor amigo, soldadito boliviano
El fue el amigo del pobre, del oriente al altiplano
Del oriente al altiplano, soldadito de Bolivia
Del oriente al altiplano
Está mi guitarra entera, soldadito boliviano
De luto pero no llora, aunque llorar es humano
Aunque llorar es humano, soldadito de Bolivia
Aunque llorar es humano
No llora por que la hora, soldadito boliviano
No es de lagrima why pañuelo, sino de machete en mano
Sino de machete en mano, soldadito de Bolivia
Sino de machete en mano
Con el cobre que te paga, soldadito boliviano
Que te vendes que te pagas, es lo que piensa el tirano
Es lo que piensa el tirano, soldadito de Bolivia
Es lo que piensa el tirano
Pero aprenderás seguro, soldadito boliviano
Que a un hermano no se mata, que no se mata a un hermano
Que no se mata a un hermano, soldadito de Bolivia
Que no se mata a un hermano
Que no se mata a un hermano

(translation)

Bolivian soldier, Bolivian soldier
Armed you go with your rifle, which is an American rifle
What is an American rifle, little soldier from Bolivia
what is an american rifle
Mr. Barrientos gave it to you, little Bolivian soldier
Gift from Mr. Johnson, to kill your brother
To kill your brother, little soldier from Bolivia
to kill your brother
You don't know who is dead, little Bolivian soldier
The dead man is Che-Guevara, because he was Argentine and Cuban
Why was he Argentine and Cuban, a little soldier from Bolivia
Why was he Argentine and Cuban
He was your best friend, little Bolivian soldier
He was the friend of the poor, from the east to the highlands
From the east to the highlands, little soldier from Bolivia
From the east to the plateau
My whole guitar is there, little Bolivian soldier
In mourning but not crying, although crying is human
Although crying is human, little soldier from Bolivia
Although crying is human
Don't cry because of the time, little Bolivian soldier
It is not tears and handkerchief, but machete in hand
But with machete in hand, little soldier from Bolivia
But with machete in hand
With the copper that pays you, little Bolivian soldier
That you sell yourself that you pay yourself, is what the tyrant thinks
This is what the tyrant thinks, little soldier from Bolivia
It is what the tyrant thinks
But you will learn for sure, little Bolivian soldier
That a brother is not killed, that a brother is not killed
Don't kill a brother, little soldier from Bolivia
That a brother is not killed
That a brother is not killed