Llévense

Take my fingers, take my documents
Take my name, take my name and my routine
Take my face, take my clothes and trunk
I won't lack a reason to live

Take the cross, take the flesh and the coffin
Take your wars, take your war and your peace
Take your games, take your gambling
I won't lack a motive to breathe

Take my salt, take the empire of the Sun
Take the coal, its fire that drove us away
Take the faith, the one who didn't shout yesterday
I won't lack a way to walk

Take your borders, borders that separated us
Take the pain, and the rusty padlock
Take the light, that blinded our shadow
I won't lack a piece of my body

Take the price, of the value of the precious
Take your goods, that harm the root
Take your evil, that benefits the weeds
I won't lack a memory to yearn for

Take the resentment, that silences the song
Take the thirst, that killed our water
Take the country, the homeland that exiled us, I won't lack
We won't lack, we won't lack
We won't lack a reason to breathe
I won't lack my dove to love
We won't lack, we won't lack
A reason to breathe