Entre Poetas Y Presos
La Raíz
Between Poets and Prisoners
We are a thousand hands making a tunnel,
from the mines to the clouds,
we are shears against the padlock,
end of a never-ending tale.
We are the force of the stampede,
we are the world upside down,
we are children of a few crazy ones who drew the way out.
Horse in Troy and in its castles,
hundreds of screams against the bolt,
we are the free prisoner behind bars,
balaclavas, puzzles.
We are the tears and the laughter,
the shoves against the wire fence,
we are those who were so much while being nothing.
And in that well of law and order,
of dirty shadows of servitude,
it happens that you hate us,
it happens that you hate us
Why?!
We are the children of verses,
of poets and prisoners,
the voice that screams among the bones
of the ditches to awaken
the universe.
We are the hatred against the garrote,
the dissent that comes to the surface,
the night in the open of the fugitive,
we are the fist with the heartbeat.
The most Valencian spring,
we are the school multiplied,
we are those who were so much while being nothing.
And in that well of law and order,
of dirty shadows of servitude,
it happens that you hate us,
it happens that you hate us
Why?!
We are the children of verses,
of poets and prisoners,
the voice that screams among the bones
of the ditches to awaken
the universe.
He always dreamed of seeing you,
glory to you, to you, prisoner's woman.
He was terrified of death,
glory to you, to you, prisoner's woman.
He always dreamed of seeing you,
glory to you, to you, prisoner's woman.
He was terrified of death,
glory to you...
We are the children of verses,
of poets and prisoners,
the voice that screams among the bones
of the ditches to awaken...
We are the children of verses,
of poets and prisoners,
the voice that screams among the bones
of the ditches to awaken
the universe.
He always dreamed of seeing you,
glory to you, to you, prisoner's woman.
He was terrified of death,
glory to you!
