Darle fuego a Bilbao

We've played among trash and illusions,
fear and the need to write crooked,
to walk backwards.
Stealing nights, searching among the forbidden,
intense flavors, lost notes,
an old blues of a storm.
Girl, give me your hand,
the time has come to set Bilbao on fire,
ignite the silence,
say no, and start over.
Setting Bilbao on fire!
Tired streets, dyed with boredom,
luxury idiots.
I sharpen my nails, defend my corner.
I hit the guitar and forget that I have
dirty shoes.
I close my eyes, I know you're here.
Girl, give me your hand...