Raíces - La Gossa Sorda

I dream of Trueba's movies
Behind Pedro Guerra
Papini's tales
Laughing and crying with Fellini
Following Che, I dream of being a dissident
Rude in '69
Punk in '77

Fighting with Robespierre
Watching Goya paint
Screwing the crown
Stealing their jewels
Being a militiaman in '36
Dreaming of defeating fascism, with Durruti and Oliver
The fall of Rome, citizen of Sodom
Mason in Babel

Writing on the first paper
Of history, being Jewish and hating Israel
And the eternal, for being a cruel God
Smoking with Marley, dancing with Desmond Dekker
Cutting the one who cut Victor Jara's tongue
Inventing the wheel, and the word love
The first poetry that spoke about pain

Running like a wounded wild boar
Through the streets I left
Running like a wounded wild boar
To defend myself at home

And every day upon waking
One people kills and another dies
And every day upon waking
Roots awaken that move
Looking for some other place

Fire in the Gaza Strip
Another day more
Begins as the previous one ends
And inside the raft
Your heart despairs
And makes love with a bomb of colors
Chain frames

Another day more
Begins as the previous one ends
Osama, Obama, school and bombs
Fire in the streets of Oaxaca
Another day more
Begins as the previous one ends

And in the darkness of this land
The army wages war
Against a people that responds
To the designs of misery
Another day more
Another day more
Begins as the previous one ends
Osama, Obama, school and bombs

Running like a wounded wild boar
Through the streets I left
Running like a wounded wild boar
To defend myself at home

And every day upon waking
One people kills and another dies
And every day upon waking
Roots awaken that move
Looking for some other place