Domingo Ferreiro

Because the estuaries are full of blood
Because I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to
And the flowery branches dried up
That she carried in the wind's lap
That she carried to her soldier boyfriend

Or fisherman, farmer, sailor
The plague has fallen over Galicia
Oh, the dark sergeants came

The men are hanging from the pines
Play the bagpipe, I don't want to, I don't want to
Our brothers who are down there
Will soon come to avenge the dead
They will soon come in the middle of summer
They will soon come in the middle of winter

Those who haven't died will walk through the mountains
And in the villages, the good ones fell
Oh, may the wolves not go to the mountains
Play the bagpipe, I don't want to, I don't want to
The brave militias will come
To finish off the scum of the desert

They will come in the middle of history
They will come in the middle of times
Play the bagpipe, let the bishop dance!
Play the bagpipe, I don't want to, I don't want to

Because it's not a time for celebration in Spain
Because I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to
The loyal soldiers will come
To finish off the black birds

They will come in the middle of the Bible
They will come in the middle of the dead
Play the bagpipe
Let the viper dance!

Play the bagpipe, I don't want to, I don't want to
Because the bagpipe doesn't want to be played
Because Sunday Ferreiro has died