Qué nos pasó, paloma?

What happened to us, pigeon?
What happened to us, pigeon?
What was happening to us,
that we couldn't before
flap our wings?
What black and blind sky
made us scared,
to cross flying
with swift flight?
The most bitter hours,
white pigeon;
siren that you heard;
door with a bolt.
Stone that we raised
against the tyrant.
Hand that armed your hand.
We were brothers.
I say that we could well
all united,
face everyone,
face everyone,
face all
the enemies.
What happened to us, pigeon,
I say what's going on,
that they don't want you
to have strong wings?
Iron beak, iron beak.
One single flag
and a whole people.
One single flag;
I review.
One single trench;
I review,
because my pigeon wants,
because my pigeon wants,
because my pigeon wants
to be socialist.