Corazón Indomable

Here comes Durruti with a letter in hand,
where he tells the miseries of this sovereign town
Here comes Durruti with a book in his bag,
where he notes the millions that capital has stolen

Here comes Durruti with fourteen companions
and tells the bosses what the workers want
Here comes Durruti with a piece of paper,
to tell the soldiers to leave the barracks

Here comes Durruti without a carriage or money,
everyone greets him, peasant and laborer
Here comes Durruti with Noah's tables,
so workers know there's no country, god, or king

A new day dawns, sadness in the morning
Death wets the streets, from Calletana Avenue
Intermittent glances, tears of glass
A coffin goes through, the popular mass

A father with his son, can't stop watching
And the child with his innocence asked his father

Father!!!! who has died?
Son!!!! a humble worker
Father!!!!! what happened to him?
Son!!!! a bullet killed him

The child is puzzled, can't comprehend
He's not a king, not a minister, nor a soldier
But the people are on the streets to see him buried
But the people are crying for the friend who's leaving

Father!!!! who killed him?
Son!!!! you'll know yourself
Father!!!! why did they do it?
Son!!!!! to defend your freedom

Long live Durruti shouted the workers
Long live Durruti, the friend of the people

Red and black flags, breathless hearts
Libertarian throats, singing children of the people
Cracks in history, silence the reasons
Of those who carry a new world in their hearts