Facing the sun in my new shirt
that you embroidered in red yesterday,
That's how death will find me if it takes me
and I won't see you again.
I'll take my place alongside my companions
who stand on guard in the heavens,
with a hard countenance,
they are alive in our effort.
If they say to you that I fell,
know that I'm gone to my post up there.
Victorious flags will return
at the merry step of Peace
and they'll bring five roses:
the arrows of my quiver.
Spring will laugh again,
which we await by air, land and sea.
Onwards, squadrons, to victory,
that a new day dawns on Spain!
Spain (the) great!
Spain (the) free!
Jose Antonio Primo De Rivera - December 1935