Creo

I believe in the strength of man
When he invades lands that don't belong to him
I believe in Troy when it burns
And in the good faith of collateral damage

I believe in God when in his name
The wagons of Madrid and London tremble
Exchanges of oil and blood
Blessed exchange always in search of the guilty

And I believe in the magic that hides
Behind the Homeland and the colorful flags
In those who die in combat
And in those who stepped on chocolate mines

That's why, I only believe in you
Uay ay ay love, I only believe in you
(I only believe in you)

I believe that I believe in the different versions
In the thousand faces of fear and its manifestations
Conceited and arrogant little mice
Play at sweeping countries and hiding the keys

And throw them to the bottom of the sea
Matarile rile ron matarile rile ran
I believe in fireworks
And military failures

That's why, I only believe in you
Uay ay ay love...

No, I don't believe in the innocence
Of the voice, of the voice of its conscience
I won't, I won't, I won't kiss the mouths of violence
Because the flowers wither and hatred distresses you
And I only believe, only believe in you
(I only believe in you)

I believe in speeches with sermons
In promises to adulterate elections
I believe in thieves with white gloves
Cynical Pinocchios in the seats of rulers

Horses eat pawns
Bishops surrender to the power of the Towers
And checkmate the king from the seas
In the chess of nuclear powers

That's why, I only believe in you
Uay ay ay...

No, I don't believe in the innocence
Of the voice, of the voice of its conscience
I won't, I won't, I won't kiss the mouths of violence
Because the flowers wither and hatred distresses you
And I only believe, only believe in you

I'm not interested in being the strawberry prey of their ambitions
Lions with gums that empty our hearts
There's no reason for them to keep touching our balls
No one confesses or expresses forgiveness... nor do they express forgiveness

No, I don't believe in the innocence
Of the voice, of the voice of its conscience
Ay! No, I don't believe in the innocence
Of the voice, of the voice of its conscience
I won't, I won't, I won't kiss the mouths of violence
Because the flowers wither and hatred distresses you
And I only believe, only believe in you, only believe in you...