Cazadores de Ciudad

City hunters
Who are never satisfied
Don’t kill me in the cage
Deep where I’m locked up

Kill me in a clear spot
In the mountains of Gredos
Somewhere the air can flow
And the view stretches far

Bring the garrote there
The chair and the tools
Let the judge come in his car
To carry out the execution

Let the locals come
To climb up from the towns
To see a creature die
That they’ve already got tied down

Let them sit me in the chair
And strap me down with leather
Looking towards Madrid
Even though I can’t see it

Damn you, Madrid
Your court and your parliament
Damn your laws
And those who made them

City hunters