Los Que Mueren Por La Vida

Those who die for life
Cannot be called dead
And from this moment on
It is forbidden to cry for them
Let the drumbeats be silent
In all the bell towers

Let's go, buddy, damn it
Because to see the dawn
We don't need hens
But rooster crowing

They will not be a flag
To embrace us with it
And whoever can't raise it
Should leave the fight
It's not time to retreat
Not to live on legends

Sing, sing, comrade
Let your voice be a shot
With the hands of the people
There will be no unarmed song

Sing, sing, comrade
Sing, sing, comrade
Sing, sing, comrade
Let your song not be silenced

If you lack supplies
You have that heart
That beats like a bongo
The color of ancestral wine

Your basin of struggle is coming
Riding a southern wind

Sing, sing, comrade
Sing, sing, comrade

Sing, sing, comrade
Let your voice be a shot
With the hands of the people
There will be no unarmed song

Sing, sing, comrade
Sing, sing, comrade
Sing, sing, comrade
Let your song not be silenced

If you lack supplies
You have that heart
That beats like a bongo
The color of ancestral wine

Your basin of struggle is coming
Riding a southern wind

Sing, sing, comrade
Sing, sing, comrade
Those who die for life
Cannot be called dead

Sing, sing, comrade
Sing, sing, comrade

Sing, sing, comrade
Sing, sing, comrade
Let your song not be silenced

If you lack supplies
You have that heart
Sing, sing, comrade
Sing, sing, comrade