Altamira

(Not one, not one, not one more minute)
(Not one, not one, not one more minute)

There has been much talk in the songs
So many things have been said and yet none at the same time
That I doubt expressing anything
Because any thought
Will be dismantled by the speed of our time
Until it is reduced to a scribble on the walls of Altamira
Or the jail

(Not one, not one, not one more minute)
I refuse to question myself one more time
Where I am heading
Earth may not even know what it does while spinning
But I seek answers that no one has
So tell me
Make it up but tell me where to look

A scribble on the walls of Altamira
A stain on the sheet of history
An outburst of pure necessity
A cry for help drowned out by a thousand cries of anger

(Not one, not one, not one, not one, not one, not one
Not one, not one, not one, not one, not one, not one
Not one more minute)