| When the flowers are all in bloom
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| And the darkness claims to rule
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| Ain’t no choice for us but crash
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| Cause the spring is all over us.
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| When you hear the whistle blow
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| When you feel the storm approach
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| Let convictions melt the snow
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| Gather 'round our blazing torch.
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| We fight against the force of evil.
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| Our life cries out beneath the sun.
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| From every corner we came sailing.
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| To keep the spring let’s hold the gun.
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| Viva la quinta brigada!
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| The pledge that made them fight.
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| As they all joined the battle,
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| They’re never gonna die.
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| Oh, la quinta brigada!
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| Against the fascist clan.
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| Our brotherhood of thunder.
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| No pasarán!
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| When the bells are tolling loud,
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| And their music drives you mad
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| It’s for you they’re beating strong
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| It does talk 'bout you that song.
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| When you hear the hunters bark,
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| D’you recall your fellows' words?
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| Ain’t no choice for you but stand.
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| Raise your fist, defend your land! |