Spanish little soldier

 

 

To the sound of the drums

And the beat of the tararí

There's no proud man here

Who doesn't feel something here

Because are come these lads

of the trained platoon

The hope of the homeland

Of a brave heart

 

 

Spanish little soldier

Brave little soldier

The pride of the sun

Is to kiss your forehead

The victory was yours

Because it was expected

When dead of pain

Was praying to the virgin

Your brown girlfriend