Pétalos

How Madrid hurts tonight, how the stars cry
How the rain turns into blood in the sales prison
How on the cemetery wall the bullets leave their mark
How acts of revenge make the night thicker
Can't cut their scent anymore... because the petals kissed the wind
Can't forget their struggle... because their names roam through time

How Madrid dies these years buried in oblivion
How we had to swallow hiding what we lived
How Franco and his assassins played hunters
How a beat-up truck took them to their fate
Can't cut their scent anymore... because the petals kissed the wind
Can't forget their struggle... because their names roam through time

*only accelerated breaths were heard
And the marching steps of those guarding them
Metallic noise of rifles and gear
And the heart racing from the chest to the temples
Order to stop and suddenly realize
That there's no farewell hug
They will die alone, a short distance from the graves that will embrace them

Can't cut their scent anymore... because the petals kissed the wind
Can't forget their struggle... because their names roam through time
Can't cut their scent anymore... because the petals kissed the wind
Can't forget their struggle... because their names roam through time