Carabanchel 74

Let the flags not be lowered
Let us raise our voices, brothers
Let the proclamations resound
Like a weapon in our hands

Let our comrades
Who are fighting among the iron bars hear
Let them hear from the dungeons
How the people defend them

Let the workshops be silent
Let the plows stop
Young people, men, women
The fascists who judge us today
Will be judged tomorrow

Comrades, who from your cells
Continue to build Spain
In the victorious struggle
We follow your call

And brave man of the people
Your pain is dynamite
And unity is your tool
Organized in the Front

Let the workshops be silent
Let the plows stop
Young people, men, women
The fascists who judge us today
Will be judged tomorrow
The fascists who judge us today
Will be judged tomorrow