What better way to start your day than with pleasant music, with an emotional content that you wish to endorse. Translations are never 100% accurate, but you get the meaning. Lifted this from Arrezafe.
They say the homeland is
a rifle and a flag.
My homeland is my brothers
who are tilling the land.
My homeland is my brothers
they are tilling the land
while here they teach us
how one kills in war.
Oh, I don't shoot, no,
oh, I don't shoot, I don't
Alas, I don't shoot my brothers.
Oh, I was throwing, yes,
oh, I was throwing, yes,
against those who drown the people in their hands.
Prepare us to fight
against the workers
bad lightning strike me
if I attack my companions.
The war they fear so much
it does not come from abroad;
they are proletarian struggles
like brave miners.
Oh, I don't shoot, no,
oh, I don't shoot, I don't
Alas, I don't shoot my brothers.
Oh, I was throwing, yes,
oh, I was throwing, yes,
against those who drown the people in their hands.
When a general dies
they carry it on a harmonic,
the one who kills himself in the mine
the coal itself buries it.
The one who kills himself in the mine
two companions carry it,
stone charcoal pain,
mourning of brave miners.
Oh, I don't shoot, no,
oh, I don't shoot, I don't
Alas, I don't shoot my brothers.
Oh, I was throwing, yes,
oh, I was throwing, yes,
against those who drown the people in their hands.
If my brother gets up
being in the barracks
I take the gun and the blanket
and I go to the mountains with him.
Officers, officers,
you have a lot of courage
we'll see if you are brave
when our day comes.
Oh, I don't shoot, no,
oh, I don't shoot, I don't
Alas, I don't shoot my brothers.
Oh, I was throwing, yes,
oh, I was throwing, yes,
against those who drown the people in their hands.
Oh, I don't shoot, no,
oh, I don't shoot, I don't
Alas, I don't shoot my brothers.
Oh, I was throwing, yes,
oh, I was throwing, yes,
against those who drown Spain in their hands.
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