El Padre Antonio y el Monaguillo Andrés-Ruben Blades

Father Antonio Texeira came from Spain Searching for new promises in this land. He got to the jungle without any hope of becoming a bishop and in spite of the heat and the mosquitoes he talked about Christ. The priest didn’t do well at the Vatican among papers and air conditioned dreams, so he went to a small town in the middle of nowhere to give his weekly sermon for those in search for salvation. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh... Andrés Eloy Pérez is 10 years - old He attends “Simon Bolívar “ elementary school He still cannot recite the Holy Creed properly he loves the river, playing soccer and playing hooky He’s been given the task of altar boy at the Church with the hope that this connection will “fix him” and his family is very proud because they also believe that once you have one connected to God, by default you connect them as well. Bells are tolling one, two, three, of Father Antonio and his altar boy Andrés Bells are tolling again, oh oh oh, of Father Antonio and his altar boy Andrés... Andrés. The Priest condemns violence, He knows by experience that is not a solution, He speaks to them of love and justice, the news of God shining through his sermon War found the priest one Sunday, in mass handing out communion with his sleeves rolled up Half way through the Lord’s Prayer the killer came in and without confessing his guilt fired at him Antonio fell holy bread in hand and without knowing why Andrés died at his side without ever meeting Pelé and between the screams and the astonishment, agonizing was the wooden Christ nailed to the wall. and no one ever knew who the criminal was who killed Padre Antonio and his altar boy Andrés But the bells still ring, one, two, three for Father Antonio and his altar boy, Andrés Chorus: The bells are tolling Soneos: and Earth is going to shake For our America Oh Virgin Lady Who will save us now? Central American Listen to them calling For my sister land People waking up For Antonio and Andrés Puente Hear it again People are celebrating On our new way Central American Let’s go, their calling us To celebrate Our identity Because people united Will never be defeated For a good priest Arnulfo Romero Of liberty For our America