(Kris Kristofferson)

Mr. Money Man I know you've had your way I know the way you're winnin'
And that bloody hand you're holding
Ain't no bargain at the price you had to pay
You have stolen all the land that
You can steal and you killed so many heroes
But the dreams they left behind them ain't as easy as a man to blow away.

And they say el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema
And los mexicanos dicen cosa mala nunca muere don't you know
The fire don't burn a bad weed boy and a bad thing never dies
Like the bad weeds growin' wild
Around the broken wounded body of El Salvador.

They killed so many heroes like Zapata (presente) and Fonseca (presente)
And Sandino (presente) and Guevarra (presente)
And Allende (presente) and Aquino (presente) and Steve Biko (presente)
But they can never kill the human spirit not in Nicaragua.

And they say el mal sacate ni el fuego lo quema
And los mexicanos dicen cosa mala nunca muere don't you know
The fire don't burn a bad weed boy and a bad thing never dies
Like the bad weeds growin' wild
Around the broken wounded body of El Salvador.

Ay ay ay Nicaragua ay ay ay...