Lurking enemies in a barricade Made with the sweat from our ideals That was hard, but it needed to be made For the enemy troops comes with hate
Shot after shot, conquer barcelona Franco wants us dead Fear runs up the spine We are Hungry and with few bread
But we never tire of battle Only then we can conquer our utopia
Everything is improvised, less the certain that a life without freedom is not a lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
