Car horns and rumba music 

Through the city's broken heart

Is this the devil's own back yard

It was fourty years ago 

That the gangster he fell

To a rag bag of men 

The world remembers well



Happy Birthday Revolution

I'm standing here

Watching the world

Fall apart 



Our leader he was young 

Galant and divine

It was the age of blood and romance 

They shot him in Bolivia

No tear did we cry

For how many men

Can chose the way that they die



Happy Birthday Revolution

I'm standing here

Watching the world 

Fall apart 



We paint him on buildings

With sadness in our eyes

If we suffer hungry days 

We call it sacrifice 

Some say his dream is full of holes 

We have dignity and pride

We have independence

Or is it just a yankee lie 



Happy Birthday Revolution

I'm standing here

Watching the world

Fall apart