2020.08.16.
Honor and dynamite
The fascists are marching, leading the offensivewith their Moroccan Army.
Red Madrid is fighting hard.
Fist raised, honor and dynamite!
It means: dignity, it means: power
The one that turns old age to gravel
Clenched fist to kill,
The fist is raised to fight fascism
Shells bursts over Madrid,
The red color of the republics is covered with blood.
Honor and dynamite! Glory to the deceased!
Weapons for warriors! Arriba parias…
Mechanics, weavers, miners,
laborers from Castile and Catalonia
go to protect the workshops and streets.
To the death fight, for millions
Those who will not be slaves
go to protect you, Spanish land,
so that you will not be the same as a few centuries ago,
again royal, priestly and lordly.
Madrid is on the defensive, bloody and beautiful.
Guadarrama continues, Somosierra continues.
The proletarians will no longer kneel,
they can die standing up.
Oh, brothers! History is being made!
The battle is behind us and the battle is ahead!
And I want to send you across the Pyrenees
poet's heart: honor and dynamite!