A Galopar
Attaque 77
To Gallop
The lands, the lands of Spain
The vast, the lonely deserted plain
To gallop, white-maned horse
Rider of the people, the land is yours
To gallop, to gallop
Until we bury ourselves in the sea
In the heart they sound, they echo
The lands of Spain in the locks
Rider of the people, horse of Spain
To gallop, to gallop
No one, there's no one in front
Death is nothing
If it goes on your saddle
To gallop, white-maned horse
Rider of the people, the land is yours
To gallop, to gallop
Until we bury ourselves in the sea
