Fuimos un grupo vigués

Where's it gonna rise, where's it gonna blow
that civil cry, that military wail
where will you wait for me
when they comb through the city
I've got one arm armed
and I'm loading the other
few are called, many are chosen
to be heroes of the working class

I don't know who's behind me
but I know who's by my side
those who deserted the plow
won't outlive us
bravery doesn't take away from courtesy
everyone's guilty, no one's innocent
today we gather in Berbés
the axe doesn't kill the snake

We were a group from Vigo
and we'll be again today what we were yesterday

If they tell you I fell
you already know where to find me
even if I'm not a miner
drunk and blowing shit up
the first is the day
of October marked
you in your cell and me in mine
we stay organized

We were a group from Vigo
and we'll be again today what we were yesterday