Lyrics of Corazón Indomable - Los Muertos de Cristo

Corazón Indomable (original)

Por alli viene Durruti con una carta en la mano
Donde dice las miserias de este pueblo soberano
Por alli viene Durruti con un libro en el morral
Donde apunta los millones que ha robado el capital
Por alli viene Durruti con catorce compañeros
Y le dice a los patronos lo que quieren los obreros
Por alli viene Durruti con un pliego de papel
A decirle a los soldados que se salgan del cuartel
Por alli viene Durruti sin carroza y sin dinero
Todo el mundo le saluda, campesino y jornalero
Por alli viene Durruti con las tablas de Noe
Pá que sepan los obreros que no hay patria, dios ni rey
Amanece un nuevo dia, tristeza en la mañana
La muerte moja las calles, de la via Calletana
Miradas entrecortadas, lagrimas de cristal
Un feretro recorre, la masa popular
Un padre con su hijo, no paran de observar
Y el niño con su inocencia a su padre fue a preguntar
Padre!!!
quien ha muerto?
Hijo!!!
un humilde trabajador
Padre!!!
que le ha ocurrido?
Hijo!!!
una bala lo mato
El crio queda estrañado, no logra asimilar
No es un rey, no es un ministro ni tampoco un militar
Pero el pueblo esta en la calle para verlo enterrar
Pero el pueblo esta llorando por el amigo que se va
Padre!!!
quien lo ha matado?
Hijo!!!
tu mismo lo sabras
Padre!!!
por que lo hicieron?
Hijo!!!
por defender tu libertad
Viva Durruti gritaban los obreros
Viva Durruti el amigo del pueblo
Banderas rojinegras, corazones sin aliento
Gargantas libertarias, cantando hijos del pueblo
Grietas en la historia, silencian las razones
De aquellos que llevamos un mundo nuevo en los corazones

(translation)

There comes Durruti with a letter in his hand
Where it says the miseries of this sovereign people
Durruti comes over there with a book in his backpack
Where it points the millions that the capital has stolen
This is where Durruti comes with fourteen companions
And he tells the bosses what the workers want
Durruti comes over there with a sheet of paper
To tell the soldiers to get out of the barracks
There comes Durruti without a carriage and without money
Everyone salutes him, peasant and laborer
This is where Durruti comes with Noe's tables
So that the workers know that there is no country, god or king
A new day dawns, sadness in the morning
Death wets the streets, of Via Calletana
Broken glances, crystal tears
A coffin runs through, the popular mass
A father with his son, they do not stop watching
And the child with his innocence from him to his father from him went to ask
Father!!!
Who died?
Son!!!
a humble worker
Father!!!
what happened to him?
Son!!!
a bullet killed him
The kid is surprised, he can't assimilate
He is not a king, he is not a minister nor a military man
But the people are in the street to see him bury
But the town is crying for the friend who is leaving
Father!!!
who has killed him?
Son!!!
you will know it yourself
Father!!!
Why did they do it?
Son!!!
for defending your freedom
Long live Durruti the workers shouted
Long live Durruti the friend of the people
Red and black flags, breathless hearts
Libertarian throats, singing children of the people
Cracks in history, silence the reasons
Of those of us who carry a new world in our hearts