Todos el camino sabemos
Están los rifles engrasados
Están los brazos avisados
Marchemos
Nada importa morir al cabo
Pues morir no es tan gran suceso
Malo es ser libre y ser esclavo
Malo ser libre y estar preso
Hay quien muere sobre su lecho
Doce meses agonizando
Y otros hay que mueren cantando
Con diez balazos sobre el pecho
Marchemos
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Marchemos Lyrics English
We all know the road
There are greased rifles
The arms are notified
Let’s go
Nothing matters to die after
Well, dying is not so great event
Bad is to be free and be a slave
Bad to be free and be imprisoned
There are those who die on their bed
Twelve months dying
And others have to die singing
With ten bullets on the chest
Let’s go
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Víctor Manuel Lyrics – Marchemos