You see them in old Havana,   Playing cards, smoking cigares ...   And their polishing crome fenders   On their big old yankee cars.      Manuel sits in la casa de rosa,   Drinking rum, watching the girls ...   He whistles at the beautiful Maria   And she smiles and tosses her girls.      Now the bartender strums his guitar   And the rhythm plays out in the street.   Maria moves with the passion   As her body sways in the heat.      And the old guys, smiling with pleasure,   For a moment they're young and they're strong.   And the young girls are giving them flowers   As they sing their victory song.      REFRAIN:   Once we were bold companeros,   Running guns from the Florida keys,   On the beach from Santiago to Cuba,   We were figting with Fidel and Che.      He talks of the great revolution   In words of sadness and pride.   And the medals he wears   Are the scars that he bears –    And he drinks for the friends who died.      We were farmers, we were poets and we were hungry.   All we wanted was our own peace of land.   We were fighting for our wives and children   And freedom for every man!      REFRAIN      Now the yankees come for the fishing   And their pockets are loaded with greens.   Ten dollars will buy you a woman   or a tank of gasoline.   And the young kids are leaving the island   And the old guys have nothing to say.   Manuel is living on dreams of the past   And tonight he'll drink it away …      REFRAIN