Now that the city is dreaming
Viva the pale moonlight
Take to your Bibles
Take to your beds
Now that nothing seems right
National Guardsmen paid by the week
Are going to clash in the curfew tonight
With Los Companeros
Born in the war
From Belfast to San Salvador
A voice from the past comes a-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 disappear
Los Companeros
Born in the war
From Warsaw to San Salvador
What have you got to do to get through
They're deaf as a graveyard
What did 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 holding a land-reform school
Think of the ones taking heart in the hills
They can be beaten but they can never be ruled
Los Companeros
Born in the war
Viva El Salvador
Los Companeros
Born in the war
Viva El Salvador
