Revived past appears before us When we try to gather scattered stones And we see new flesh on the Half-rotten bones
Under banner Of 1917 Barcelona Found heroic destiny
The rebellion Awoke wills buried alive Catalonia Listened to the restless Koyoасan exile
And it seemed So real, blazing dawn Of new October
No more The old world! No war But class war! No words Take your gun! No! No pasaran! No!
We remember The third of May sunrise, terror and lies Fear of all elites from Kremlin to Wall-street We remember Triumphs stolen, brothers fallen Can we fear to begin all over again?! The immortal doctrine Arms new troops today full of the truth and rage Total revolt against total war!
No more The old world! No war But class war! No words Take your gun! No! No pasaran! {Shooting!} No {running!} more {Bleeding!} The old world! {Burning!} No {hurting!} war {Killing!} But class war! {Dying!} No {fighting!} words {Winning!} Take your gun! No! No pasaran!