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The crowd will gather
In that filthy port
The red flags will wave
Whipped by the wind
And a little Cuban girl, hidden
Wait for the opportunity to kill
She has been chosen by the Lord
To liberate the Cuban people
To get them out of terror
Only with his little hands
And nothing can stop her
And nothing will make him give up, free Cuba!
And the plane door opens
He has put a couple of bullets in the magazine
The president of our nation has come
Prepare smiling for the great reflection
You can already see her mulatto cheek
He has it right in his sights
Only his heart can be heard
Castro greets, smiles and looks
A shot rings out
And it starts rolling
He already killed him
You already did it
Blood has stained the uniform of terror
Throw away the rifle
Cries in fear
Who would suspect an innocent girl?
Who cries among the people
Kill Castro
Kill Castro
Kill Castro
Kill Castro
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