One November eleven at seven o'clock
of the night
Armed men fired
without reproaches
Against the people of the municipality
of Segovia
It was raining pitchers the square was full
Several grenades exploded in chain
The northeast Antiochene all red
it is lathe
It's a song by which
they died there in Segovia
And for all the families that
they were victims in Segovia
They will not disappear
Never from memory
They will not disappear
Although they want to disappear
It was raining pitchers the square was full
Several grenades exploded in chain
The northeast Antiochene all red
it is lathe
It's a song by which
they died there in Segovia
And for all the families that were
Victims in Segovia
They will not disappear
Never again, from memory
They will not disappear
Although they want to disappear
It's a song by which
they died there in Segovia
And for all the families that were
Victims in Segovia
They will not disappear
Never again, from memory
They will not disappear
Although they want to disappear
Only among all we can make this a better place :)