No Pasarán

As tears drip down my face, and blood covers my rifle, I will swear before God that those Moors shall not pass. I swear before Maria that Franco will not pass. ¡No Pasarán! ¡No Pasarán! Even if those damned Moors make it past the bridges and gates, they will see us at the barricades giving them lead rain They will see us at in Madrid giving them lead rain. ¡No Pasarán! ¡No Pasarán!