Las Manos (part. La Vela Puerca, Colectivo Panamera, ZOO, TéCanela)

Where are you, I no longer remember those hands
The guitars and the poem
The ones that embraced my back
The ones that show their chains
Where is the old school
Flying very high and far away

Where do the futures sleep
Panther hearts
On the way to the terminal
Destined to never read my letters
On the way to the terminal
I miss you

Where are you
Where did the songs go
And that sky of flags
March of land and words
To the assault of the cave
Where is the old school
Flying very high and far away

Where do the futures sleep
Panther hearts
On the way to the terminal
Destined to never read my letters
On the way to the terminal
I miss you

I only have one thorn left
And this is one that doesn't come out
They know my songs, the corners and the bars
Let the Valencian fire burn
And sharpen the guillotine
May the saint hide his hand
Because today we're coming up