Los cuatro generales

Version sung by Rolando Alarcón

The four generals,
my dear mama, who have risen,
who have risen.

For Christmas Eve,
my dear mama, they will be hanged,
they will be hanged.

Madrid, how well you resist,
my dear mama, the bombings,
the bombings.

They laugh at the bombs,
my dear mama, the people of Madrid,
the people of Madrid.

Through the Casa de Campo,
my dear mama, and the Manzanares,
and the Manzanares,

the Moors want to pass,
my dear mama, no one passes,
no one passes.

The Casa de Velázquez,
my dear mama, is falling burning,
is falling burning

with the fifth column,
my dear mama, inside,
inside.