Can you hear the drums, Fernando?
I remember long ago
another starry night like this.

In the firelight, Fernando,
you were humming to yourself
and softly strumming your guitar.

I could hear the distant drums,
and sounds of bugle calls
were coming from afar.

They were closer now, Fernando.
Ev'ry hour, ev'ry 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.

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 drums, Fernando?
Do you still recall the frightful 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.

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.

Yes, if I had to do the same again,
I would, my friend Fernando.

If I had to do the same again,
I would, my friend Fernando.