Can you hear the [bad word] Fernando? 
I remember long ago 
another starry night like this 
in the firelight Fernando 
you were humming to yourself 
and softly [bad word] your guitar 
I could hear the distant [bad word] 
and sounds of bugle calls  [bad word] from afar 

They were closer now Fernando 
every hour, every minute 
seemed to last eternally 
I was so afraid Fernando 
we were young and full of life 
and none of us prepared to die 
and I’m not ashamed to say 
the roar of guns and cannons 
almost made me cry 

There was something in the air that night 
the stars were bright, Fernando 
they were shining there for you and me 
for liberty, Fernando 
though we never thought that we could lose 
there’s no regret 
if I had to do the same again 
I would my friend, Fernando 

Now we’re old and grey Fernando 
since many years 
I haven’t seen a rifle in your hand 
can you hear the [bad word] Fernando? 
Do you still recall the fateful night 
we crossed the Rio Grande? 
I can see it in your eyes 
how proud you were to fight 
for freedom in this land 

There was something in the air that night 
the stars were bright, Fernando 
they were shining there for you and me 
for liberty, Fernando 
though we never thought that we could lose 
there’s no regret 
if I had to do the same again 
I would my friend, Fernando