José República

José Republic

José República

If you want to write to meSi me quieres escribir
You already know my whereaboutsYa sabes mi paradero
Third mixed brigadeTercera brigada mixta
First line of firePrimera línea de fuego

If you want to write to meSi me quieres escribir
You already know my whereaboutsYa sabes mi paradero
Third mixed brigadeTercera brigada mixta
First line of firePrimera línea de fuego

Come on, commotion, commotion, commotion, commotionAnda jaleo, jaleo, jaleo, jaleo
The locomotive whistlesSilba la locomotora
And the shooting beginsY empieza el tiroteo

Come on, commotion, commotion, commotion, commotionAnda jaleo, jaleo, jaleo, jaleo
The machine gun whistlesSilba la ametralladora

It was the 30s and José Republic livedEran los años 30 y vivía José República
When the popular front achieved victoryCuando el frente popular obtuvo victoria
It was the years of hope that were stolen from usEran los años de la esperanza que nos robaron
Of land without warDe tierra sin guerra

Hey, a puddle of bloodHe, un charco de sangre
Hey, a man on the groundHe, un hombre en el suelo
It smells like murder (and there's mourning)Huele asesinato (y hay duelo)
Someone has diedAlguien ha muerto

It was the 30s and José Republic livedEran los años 30 y vivía José República
When Alfonso XIII fled from democracyCuando Alfonso XIII huyó de la democracia
It was the years of freedom as a flagEran los años de libertad como bandera
Of the popular assemblyDe la asamblea popular

Hey, a puddle of bloodHe, un charco de sangre
Hey, a man on the groundHe, un hombre en el suelo
It smells like murder (and there's mourning)Huele asesinato (y hay duelo)
Someone has diedAlguien ha muerto

The times of the exiles arrived, theLlegaron los tiempos de los exiliados, llegó la
War arrivedGuerra
Of waves of hunger, of those executedDe olas de hambre, de fusilados
And the orphaned people, with dignityY el pueblo huérfano, con dignidad
Never stopped walking, Nor will they stopNunca dejó de caminar, Ni dejará

Hey, a puddle of bloodHe, un charco de sangre
Hey, a man on the groundHe, un hombre en el suelo
It smells like murder (and there's mourning)Huele asesinato (y hay duelo)
José Republic has diedJosé República ha muerto