Can you hear the drums Fernando?
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I remember long ago another starry night like this
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In the firelight Fernando
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You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
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I could hear the distant drums
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And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
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They were closer now Fernando
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Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
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I was so afraid Fernando
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We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
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And I'm not ashamed to say
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The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry
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There was something in the air that night
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The stars were bright, Fernando
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They were shining there for you and me
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For liberty, Fernando
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Though I never thought that we could lose
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There's no regret
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If I had to do the same again
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I would, my friend, Fernando
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Now we're old and grey Fernando
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And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand
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Can you hear the drums Fernando?
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Do you still recall the fateful night we crossed the Rio Grande?
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I can see it in your eyes
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How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land
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There was something in the air that night
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The stars were bright, Fernando
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They were shining there for you and me
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For liberty, Fernando
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Though I never thought that we could lose
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There's no regret
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If I had to do the same again
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I would, my friend, Fernando
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There was something in the air that night
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The stars were bright, Fernando
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They were shining there for you and me
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For liberty, Fernando
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Though I never thought that we could lose
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There's no regret
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If I had to do the same again
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I would, my friend, Fernando
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Yes, if I had to do the same again
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I would, my friend, Fernando...
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Fernando
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