Dermo-dermo
Gozategi
Skin-skin
No error for us
We are not blue
Who is hysterical
We are tired but
Four cars towards us
Four colors alive.
Blue and white light
White light and red
They have dazzled us with light
The sound of the siren
And our cries
We want to silence.
Skin, skin, skin, skinocracy
Of the power, of the rifle
How many police
How many colors and
How much delight
How much they cheer
Special fullness.
Skin, skin, skin, skinocracy
Of the power, of the rifle
How many police
What appearance and
What grace
How much they cheer
Special fullness.
Those who hit us
Those who command
If they have explanations
In a precise hour
In a precise place
Being a crime.
Blue and white light...
