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Cancion dedicada a todos los maestros de la II republica, asesinados o represaliados por los franquistas.Maestros, fervorosos defensores de la cultura y la libertad, que fueron toda una leccion de dignidad y de amor a los más humildes. Para que su recuerdo no se olvide con el tiempo.

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Durruti muere de un tiro por la espalda
y no era plomo que era bala de plata
después la guerra antes la revolución
no te equivoques porque España sólo hay dos

Y es que en la guerra antes que mil hay que ser vil
guerra civil
aprende camarada a ser vil en la guerra civil

A Dios rogando y con el mazo dando
y por si acaso subirse al coro cantando
a las iglesias me las dejáis en paz
id a por ellos y así nunca pasarán

Y es que en la guerra antes que mil hay que ser vil
guerra civil
aprende camarada a ser vil en la guerra civil

No te enteras no te enteras
por dónde van los tiros en las piernas
es lo primero ganar la guerra
y después sólo después podremos hacer la Revolución

Y en el cielo el relámpago es negro
así se anuncia el pájaro del trueno
y moriremos lentamente y con dolor
si es por el triunfo de la confederación

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Just because we're human
we don't like guns against our head
we want no servants underfoot
and no bosses overhead
so take the course of left and back it
at the crooked system, whack it
there's a cause to get excited
whatever is wrong, let's right it

We reds are the colour of blood
our only crime is wanting to be free
the enemy is the colour of pus
the fascists in front of you and me
the hordes of pus in front of us
while you and me, of course were free
but can't you hear their contemptuous laugh
they want us free as air to starve

Even with our back against the wall
there are things that have to be said
freedom calls, its now or never
there is no going back
clenched our fists, set our hearts
we give our word: they shall not pass
combat the violence that's on the increase
better live on your feet than die on your knees

Don't die on your knees
live on your feet
for no one is a slave

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the ex - they shall not pass album: 1936 Just because we are human We don't like guns against our head We want no servants underfoot And no bosses overhead So take the course of left and back it, At the crooked system, whack it There's a cause to get

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LUCHAN EN
LA COLINA TEMPRANO POR LA MAÑANA
ESCALOFRÍO CONSTANTE POR DENTRO
ARMA QUE GRITA, SIGUEN CORRIENDO
POR EL GRIS INTERMINABLE
CONTINÚAN LUCHANDO, PORQUE TIENEN RAZÓN
SI, PERO ¿QUIÉN PUEDE DECIRLO?

POR UNA COLINA LOS HOMBRES MATAN
¿POR QUÉ? NO LO SABEN
LAS HERIDAS SUFRIDAS PONEN A PRUBA SU ORGULLO
HOMBRES DE CINCO, AÚN VIVOS
A TRAVÉS DEL BRILLO FURIOSO
VUELTOS LOCOS POR EL DOLOR
QUE SEGURO CONOCEN

ESTRIBILLO:
¿POR QUIEN DOBLAN LAS CAMPANAS?
EL TIEMPO CONTINÚA SU MARCHA
¿POR QUIEN DOBLAN LAS CAMPANAS?

HECHA UN VISTAZO AL CIELO
JUSTO ANTES DE MORIR
ES LA ÚLTIMA VEZ QUE LO HARÁS
RUGIDO ENNEGRECIDO, RUGIDO MASIVO
LLENA EL CIELO QUE SE DESMORONA
LA META DESTROZADA LLENA SU ALMA
CON UN GRITO CRUEL

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Under these hands
Hide strings of light
I pull them to me
To make me feel all right
A bit of your hair
To coax moon flow light
A slip of the tongue
To set things upright

Under these hands, under these hands I hold my heart
Under these hands, under these hands I take you start

Cast off the clothes
I wore to death
They strangle my thoughts
They steal my breath
Enough of this place
It's long dead too
I wanna deface
Everything in view

Under these hands, under these hands I hold my heart
Under these hands, under these hands I take you start

In view
In view

Under these hands, under these hands I hold my heart
Under these hands, under these hands I take you start
Under these hands, under these hands I hold my heart
Under these hands, under these hands I take you start

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Video for the song "These Hands" by The Wakes about Vol. James Maley of the Scottish section of the 15th International Brigade.

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Bad news over the great divide
Comes in from every side
Still hope won't be denied
There was always the Cause
There was always the Cause

Oh La Pasionara sang
This day, no pasaran!
It echoed out in Catalan
There was always the Cause
There was always the Cause

Mariposa
Late nights waiting on the via dolorosa
Hold me closer
Not long now, oh ma bella hermosa
There was always the Cause

Setbacks come at every turn
New ways are hard to learn
Tonight I saw Guernica burn
There was always the Cause
There was always the Cause

Mariposa
Late nights waiting on the via dolorosa
Hold me closer
Not long now, oh ma bella hermosa
There was always the Cause

Three years gone in the heart of Spain
He brings home a quiet pain
He'll never be that young again
There was always the Cause
There was always the Cause

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Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the ventana open
Federico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in a DC-10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My señorita's rose was nipped in the bud

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon

The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixing bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC-10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazon
Oh, mi corazon
Oh, mi corazon

Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina
Oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada
Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon
Oh mi corazon

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The Clash - spanish bombs (subtitulos - español)

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There's a valley in Spain called Jarama
It's a place that we all know so well
It was there that we gave of our manhood
Where so many of our brave comrades fell

We are proud of the Lincoln Battalion
And the fight for Madrid that it made
There we fought like true sons of the people
As part of the Fifteenth Brigade

Now we're far from that valley of sorrow
But its mem'ry we never will forget
So before we conclude this reunion
Let us stand to our glorious dead

There's a valley in Spain called Jarama
It's a place that we all know so well
It was there that we gave of our manhood
Where so many of our brave comrades fell

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Jarama Valley - Arlo Guthrie and Pete Seeger

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Jarama Valley - Arlo Guthrie and Pete Seeger From the album: Spain in My Heart - Songs of the Spanish Civil War.

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If You Tolerate This Yor Children Will Be Next (MANIC STREET PREACHERS)

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If You Tolerate This Yor Children Will Be Next (MANIC STREET PREACHERS)

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The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
'So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists'

Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next

Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain

Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next

'And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days'

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next

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Manic Street Preachers - If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next

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Déjame que recuerde esa historia que pasó hace ya mucho tiempo
Déjame que les quite esta losa que tapó con su peso de silencio
Déjame que las riegue de lágrimas para borrarles el miedo
Déjame que las riegue de rabia por imaginar aquello
Déjame que en estas líneas escritas regrese a los maestros
Que dieron su vida y su sangre por dar al pueblo conocimiento

De nada sirvieron sus gritos de angustia antes del fusilamiento
Iglesia y caciques, misas y Estado los prefieren analfabetos
Con ellos peligra el tiempo que ocupa el crucifijo y la moral
de clero
Por eso estas líneas desordenadas van en dirección de su recuerdo
Déjame que recuerde esa historia que pasó hace ya mucho tiempo

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Cancion dedicada a todos los maestros de la II republica, asesinados o represaliados por los franquistas.Maestros, fervorosos defensores de la cultura y la libertad, que fueron toda una leccion de dignidad y de amor a los más humildes. Para que su recuerdo no se olvide con el tiempo.

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Oh, say do you remember 25 years ago,
They fought the fascist army, they fought the fascist foe?
Do you remember Franco, Hitler's old ally?
He butchered Spain's democracy,half a million free men died.

    Ai, ai, ai, ai--
    Did you wonder why?
    Did you ever pause and cry?

And don't forget the churches and the sad role that they played:
They crucified their people and worked the devil's trade;
But now the wounds are healing with the passing of time,
So we send them planes and rifles and recognize their crime.

    Ai, ai, ai, ai--
    Did you wonder why?
    Did you ever pause and cry?

So spend your tourist dollars and turn your heads away.
Forget about the slaughter, it's the price we all must pay,
For now the world's in struggle, to win we all must bend:
So dim the light in Freedom's soul: sleep well tonight, my friend.

    Ai, ai, ai, ai--
    Did you wonder why?
    Did you ever pause and cry?

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