El tururururú (3ª versión)

(Version sung by Rolando Alarcón)

Summer is gone,
winter has come,
very soon
the government will fall.

Tururururú,
the blame is on you.
Tururururú,
the blame is on you.

In Spain, nobody
eats hot food anymore;
we are going to make
a cover for our teeth.

The Spaniards
no longer know what to do.
As soon as they move,
they will be detained.

Oh, how bad
the milkmen treat us.
Much worse
is the treatment the workers receive.

Spain has not died,
cannot die.
The people and the flower
cannot be killed by the rifle.