Now is the time reapers
You can see our vengeance is nigh
So when June comes again
Sharpen your blades
Raise them high
Raise up your scythes (raise up)
Reap the glory of the land
And the enemy will tremble
When they see our symbols raised
Just as we cut the golden ears of wheat
Now they will see us cut our chains
Raise up your scythes (raise up)
Defenders of the land
Catalunya triumfant
Our land will be bountiful again
So destroy the enemy
Their conceit has sentenced them to death
Raise up your scythes
Raise up your scythes
Raise up your scythes
Defenders of the land
Raise up your scythes
Catalunya triomfant
Tornarà a ser rica I plena
Endarrera aquesta gent
Tan ufana I tan superba
Bon cop de falç
Bon cop de falç
Raise up your scythes
Defenders of the land
Catalunya triumfant
Our land will be bountiful again
So destroy the enemy
Their conceit has sentenced them to death
Raise up your scythes (raise up)
Raise up your scythes (raise up)
Raise up your scythes
Defenders of the land
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