Lyrics
in the window near the last o of the sign hotel colon
we never never never never never stop never stop
They don t want this war no more, men and women running with sticks of dynamite Spain, the war is rolling over spain
I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter, we never never never never never stop never stop
the poor just lock the door
The war is rolling over spain, i have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt
It never never never never never stops never stops, i have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter, the tin cans in the mud
Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night, we never never never never never stop never stop, i have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt
It never never never never never stops never stops, they don t want this war no more, the rich draw the steel curtain
I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt, it never never never never never stops never stops
Red is the colour of our blood, i have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter
in the hills round zaragoza we re waiting to attack
Machine guns sweep the square for fun, the streets of barcelona are filled with blood and rain
I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter, i have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter, it never never never never never stops never stops
storming stone buildings in the middle of the night
we never never never never never stop never stop
A knot of dirty men that shiver round their flag, the war is rolling over spain, storming stone buildings in the middle of the night
Men and women running with sticks of dynamite, it never never never never never stops never stops, storming stone buildings in the middle of the night
Knives can cut fist can beat, the streets of barcelona are filled with blood and rain, in the hills round zaragoza we re waiting to attack
Red is the colour of our blood, a knot of dirty men that shiver round their flag of, we never never never never never stop never stop
I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt, the boredom and the lack of sleep Sketches, the poor just lock the door
The streets of barcelona are filled with blood and rain, in the hills round zaragoza we re waiting to attack Spain, they never never never never never stop never stop
Red is the colour of our blood, the tin cans in the mud
the streets of barcelona are filled with blood and rain
storming stone buildings in the middle of the night
The war is rolling over spain, i have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter, i have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt
Men and women running with sticks of dynamite, the poor just lock the door
Red is the colour of our blood, the boredom and the lack of sleep, i have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt