FIRE IN YARA

[Intro] Sunrise bleeding over Yara, Radio crackles through the palms, Castillo says the nation’s perfect, But we can hear the damn alarms. Oye, mi gente, raise your voices, Tonight the island learns our name— You can build your throne on fear, But you can’t put chains around a flame. [Verse 1] Red dirt kicking off the tires, Old rifle riding by my side, Checkpoints burning in the distance, Libertad is on the rise. From Esperanza to the shoreline, Every barrio knows the score, Viviro money bought your empire, But the people can’t take more. Anton talking like a savior, While Diego watches from the hall, Golden statues, fucking speeches, Still a tyrant when they fall. Juan says, “Guerrilla rule number nine— Use whatever gets shit done.” So I strapped a damn Supremo on, Now watch this revolution run. [Pre-Chorus] Dale, dale, hear the engines roar, Vamos, hermano, kick open the door. No kings, no chains, no master plan, Just Yara fighting for her land. [Chorus] There’s a fire in Yara tonight, See the red smoke painting the sky, ¡Viva Libertad! We were born to survive, You can knock us down, but we’re still alive. From the jungle roads to Esperanza lights, We’re raising hell till the morning arrives. Mi tierra, mi sangre, hear the battle cry— There’s a fire in Yara tonight. [Verse 2] Got Guapo crawling through the marshland, Chorizo rolling down the street, Boom Boom barking from the pickup, While the soldados fucking flee. Resolver humming in my hands now, Built from scrap and gasoline, When oppression brings an army, Guerrillas learn to improvise mean. Clara dreamed about a future, A Yara where the people choose, But freedom ain’t a clean damn story, Everybody’s got something to lose. Máximas Matanzas on the speakers, Legends coming from the hills, Monteros standing in tobacco fields— Every region fighting still. [Pre-Chorus] Dale, dale, let the whole world know, Pa’lante, even when the road gets cold. No dictator owns these streets, Tonight the lion meets his teeth. [Chorus] There’s a fire in Yara tonight, See the red smoke painting the sky, ¡Viva Libertad! We were born to survive, You can knock us down, but we’re still alive. From the jungle roads to Esperanza lights, We’re raising hell till the morning arrives. Mi tierra, mi sangre, hear the battle cry— There’s a fire in Yara tonight. [Bridge] Maybe tomorrow ain’t perfect, Maybe freedom leaves a scar, Maybe revolutions never know Exactly who the heroes are. But if somebody tells my people They should kneel and know their place— ¡Coño, no! We’ll turn the radio up And throw that bullshit in their face. Yara libre… That’s the dream. Not another fucking throne Painted red, white, and green. [Outro] Morning breaks across the water, Smoke fades slowly from the town, One dictator leaves the palace— But the work ain’t over now. So raise a glass for those beside us, For the ones who held the line. Hasta la victoria, mi gente… Yara’s future is finally ours to define. There’s a fire in Yara tonight… ¡Viva Libertad! Let it burn bright.