Wednesday, August 25, 2010



Can you hear the drum Fernando?
I remember long ago another starry night like this.
In the firelight Fernando.., you were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar.
I could hear the distant drums and sounds
of bugle calls were coming from the far.
They were closer now Fernando.
Every hour, every minute seemed to last eternally.
I was so afraid Fernando.., we were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
, and I’m not ashamed to say the roar of guns
and cannons almost made me cry.

* There was something in the air that night.
The stars were bright Fernando...
They were shining there for you and me ,
for lliberty Fernando...
Though we never thought that we could lose,
there’s no regret...
If I had to do the same again
I would my friend, Fernando...
If I had to do the same again
I would my friend, Fernando...

Now we’re old and grey Fernando..
And since many years I have’t seen a rifle in your hand...
Can you hear the drums Fernando ?
Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed
The Rio Grande ? I can see it in your eyes
how proud you were to fight for freedom in this land.
( repeat * )

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