The land, the land, the land of Spain
The large, single, deserted plains
Gallop, alabaster hoofed steed
Rider of the people
To the sun and moon
Gallop!
Gallop!
Until you bury them in the sea!
Down to the heart they sound, resound
The land of Spain, in the horseshoes
Gallop, alabaster hoofed steed
Rider of the people
Horse of spume
Gallop!
Gallop!
Until you bury them in the sea!
No one, no one, no one, there's no one before you
Because death is no one if he rides on your saddle
Gallop, alabaster hoofed steed
Rider of the people
The land is yours
Gallop!
Gallop!
Until you bury them in the sea!