El Salvador

Now that the city is dreaming
Viva the pale moonlight
Take to your bibles, take to your beds
Now that nothing seems right
National Guards who they pay by the week
Are gonna clash in at curfew tonight
With los compañeros born in the war
From Warsaw to San Salvador

A voice from the past comes calling
Saying, "Hold every strong heart dear"
These are the days when it seems like there's nothing
But newspapers, order and fear
Praise for the ones who are buried and gone
And the strong hearts who just disappeared
Los compañeros, born in the war
From Belfast to San Salvador

Whadda you gotta do to get through
They're deaf as a graveyard
What does Nicaragua say to you?

Think of the midnight, silver and black
Think if the sun can be fooled
Think of the four sisters shot in the back
For running a land reform school
Think of the ones taken hard in the hills
They can be beaten, but they can never be ruled
Los compañeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador
Los compañeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador

Los compañeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador
Los compañeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador