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Onwards together, with boundless visions of hope |
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The fire of souls alive, on mountains of Aragon |
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Clarion calls freely answered , and with haste |
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Brigades, volunteers defending...this chosen place |
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'36 swept in the tides of autonomy |
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Damning their odious order undone |
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Blood on the graves of our fathers |
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Armed with ideas, unwieldy and strong |
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Awaiting the spit of the fascist |
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To drive him back into Acheron |
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We stand at the door of upheaval, alone, |
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As allies seek to appease |
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Iberia yields to oppression, |
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Berlin gives rise to the Beast |
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Forward, under Lleidan skies |
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Condors, winding, circling high |
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Broken, bodies, brothers at arms |
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Giving, dying, with hope in their hearts |
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These days that we live for ourselves, |
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Catalunya, what is to come |
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Fighting for three years we carried a vision |
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The anarchist bit, the socialist bled |
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Is what we had here forgotten |
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A ghost, a footnote in time long dead? |
