Rio De La Miel

El Capitan, he eats like a bird
Always he leaves a half empty plate
He picks at the bones of his prisoners’ fear
His true appetite is deciding men’s fate
The table is cleared, the leftovers saved
Secretly taken down to the cave
Where the one he pursues watches and waits
El Duende waits but a stone’s throw away
Along the Rio, Rio de la Miel
All of the honey bees have gone
Along the Rio, Rio de La Miel
Now with the red blood does run
Deep in the shade he licks the plate clean
El Duende dreams of sweet victories
Republic restored, a full plate of meat
Fascist dogs driven into the sea
He hears the cries of his comrades in arms
Held in the bowels of the old paper mill
Where El Capitan, with precision he probes
Only the minimal sweat it is spilled
El Duende slips under cover of night
A lonely outpost the chosen prey
From high above he swoops like a hawk
By break of dawn, he’s back in the cave
El Capitan he leads his patrols
Into the mountains, down to the sea
He never does guess that right under his nose
The scraps that he leaves, keeps El Duende free