| Farewell thee, now,
Great comrade, great friend.
Shall we meet again, somewhere
In our guerilla base,
In the warm smile of peasant activists,
In the summit of our dreams
Shall we meet again
To discuss which path to take and how
In the maze of people's war or
In the wide spaces of our alliances. Death
Shall not bar you from us
Great comrade, great friend.
For the mountains and you are one
As the masses and their struggles are one
Moving us to higher ground, and higher still
In the wellspring of your commitment.
"I only want to serve the people, nothing else," you
Told us once so humbly it changed our lives forever.
And the masses that you have served
Ever so fine, so faithfully,
Can they forget their mountain spring,
Their source of strength and wisdom?
Will they not carry the imprint of your life
In the heartbeat of their struggle?
Will they not turn their tears to rage,
Their grief to revolutionary fervor?
Our guns burn with fury at the enemy, the fascists
Now must face the people's wrath
Bear the brunt of young revolutionaries
Growing on your memory.
Each will take the path you've taken
Patient, brave and true.
Your death affirms the life we'll lead again and again:
To serve the people to the last breath.
Look, a thousand, a million masses
Now are rising up, like you always said
There is no other way but the revolution.
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