| Can you hear the drums Fernando?
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| I remember long ago another starry night like this
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| In the firelight Fernando
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| You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
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| I could hear the distant drums
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| And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
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| They were closer now Fernando
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| Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
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| I was so afraid Fernando
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| We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
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| And I’m not ashamed to say
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| The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry
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| There was something in the air that night
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| The stars were bright, Fernando
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| They were shining there for you and me
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| For liberty, Fernando
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| Though we never thought that we could lose
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| There’s no regret
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| If I had to do the same again
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| I would, my friend, Fernando
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| Now we’re old and grey Fernando
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| And since many years I haven’t seen a rifle in your hand
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| Can you hear the drums Fernando?
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| Do you still recall the fateful night we crossed the Rio Grande?
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| I can see it in your eyes
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| How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land
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| There was something in the air that night
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| The stars were bright, Fernando
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| They were shining there for you and me
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| For liberty, Fernando
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| Though we never thought that we could lose
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| There’s no regret
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| If I had to do the same again
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| I would, my friend, Fernando
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| There was something in the air that night
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| The stars were bright, Fernando
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| They were shining there for you and me
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| For liberty, Fernando
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| Though we never thought that we could lose
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| There’s no regret
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| If I had to do the same again
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| I would, my friend, Fernando
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| Yes, if I had to do the same again
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| I would, my friend, Fernando… |