Reapareceremos entre las sombras...

And old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
She died without a whisper...
                           [not a whisper...]

There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
But I will go on;
These frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
Then we'll come from the shadows,
                                   [and beneath the shadows...]