Del Cardal

Oh my goodness up the hill
The English are already arriving
They shout in a language no one understands
No one understands
Up with those irons
No one bends
Waving the saber whenever it hurts them
Whenever it hurts them
I don't understand why they all line up
Now they entertain themselves
They shout like crazy, who understands them
Who understands them
All stiff and equal looking ahead
Looking ahead
Damn the gringos who are coming for us
Who are coming for us