Lo haremos tú y yo,     
nosotros lo haremos,         
tomemos la arcilla           
para el hombre nuevo.        

Su sangre vendrá        
de todas las sangres,        
borrando los siglos          
del miedo y del hambre.      

Por brazo, un fusil;         
por luz la mirada,           
y junto a la idea            
una bala asomada.            

Y donde el amor              
un grito escondido,          
millones de oidos            
seran receptivo.             

Su grito será           
de guerra y victoria,        
como un tablateo             
que anuncia la gloria.       

Y por corazón           
a ese hombre daremos,        
el del guerrillero           
que todos sabemos.           

Lo haremos tú y yo      
(por brazo, un fusil)        
nosotros lo haremos          
(por luz, la mirada)         
tomemos la arcilla:          
es de madrugada.             

English:                     

We will make him, you and I,
we will make him,            
let us take the clay         
for the new man.             

His blood will come          
from all bloods,             
wiping out the centuries     
of fear and hunger           

His arm: a rifle,            
his light: the gaze          
and near to the idea         
an aimed bullet.             

And there where love is      
a hidden cry,                
millions of ears             
will hear it.                

His cry will be              
one of war and victory,      
like a machine gun burst     
that announces glory.        

And as a heart               
to this man we will give     
the heart of the guerrillero
that all of us know.         

We will make him, you and I  
(his arm: a rifle)           
we will make him             
(his light: the gaze)        
let us take the clay         
the day has dawned.