I still remember, a lifetime ago
Beyond the ocean, at the foot of the Pyrenees
There the guerrillas resisted in the night
And resonated in chorus the songs of the insurgents

Come on, come on, victory while singing
Ignore the taste of tears, ignore the taste of blood
Do not you hear the Chant des Partisans far away?
It is ours now
It is ours, the victory while singing

If here we are hungry in the streets of the city
There they torture, imprison and shoot
But for each of us it's the same misery
And everywhere famine has this taste of anger
From Europe or America, cities and countryside
Responding to the call of the Resistance of Spain
Came to support the fight against tyranny
For a free Spain that the army has betrayed

Come on, come on, victory while singing
Ignore the taste of tears, ignore the taste of blood
Do not you hear the Chant des Partisans far away?
It is ours now
It is ours, the victory while singing

Moscow betrayed us and London abandoned us
And the rest of the world,  has turned its back on us
Come on, brothers in arms, fighters without flags
Who became clandestines, but our ideals remain
Come on, Mac-Paps, even if the night has fallen
On a shaky Europe where Spain has crumbled
There is still hope that all is not lost
Against the dictatorship, the fight continues!