On the 18th of July,
In the courtyard of a convent,
The Madridlenian town,
The Fifth Regiment was set up.
Come on, fight, fight,
Already, the commotion has finished,
And we're going to the gunfight,
And we're going to the gunfight.
With Líster and Campesino,
With Galán, and with Modesto,
With the commander, Carlos,
There isn't a militiaman with fear.
Come on, fight, fight,
Already, the commotion has finished,
And we're going to the gunfight,
And we're going to the gunfight.
With the four battalions,
Which are defending Madrid,
Goes the best of Spain,
The reddest flower of the town.
Come on, fight, fight,
Already, the commotion has finished,
And we're going to the gunfight,
And we're going to the gunfight.
With the Fifth, Fifth, Fifth,
With the Fifth Regiment,
Mother, I'm going to the front
For the lines of fire.
Come on, fight, fight,
Already, the commotion has finished,
And we're going to the gunfight,
And we're going to the gunfight.