Dime dónde vas, morena

Tell me where you're going, brunette
Tell me where you're going, charming
Tell me where you're going, brunette
At three in the morning

I'm going to the Oviedo jail
To see the pacifists
Who are held prisoner
By that fascist scum

If you want to marry
The girl from here
You have to go to Madrid
To pick up a rifle

Tell me why you're crying
When you just wake up
Tell me why you're crying
Tell me why you're not singing

I cry for my brothers
I cry for my brave ones
Who are held prisoner
In cages of burning iron

Tell me what you carry, brunette
In that closed jar
Tell me what you carry, brunette
At three in the morning

I carry the blood that runs
Through the plains of Soria
To throw it at the fascists
So they remember