Suya Mi Guerra
La Raíz
Mine Was the War
They were years of illusion and purple flags
The verses of the voiceless, shouts of Lorca and Machado
Shells that steal sleep, whistled on those nights
The earth is split in two and the world looks the other way
Guernica cries, the heart bleeds, freedom is a sin
Lincoln Brigade asks for ammunition, but doesn't speak Spanish
And they shout: They shall not pass!, with an American accent
And they shout: They shall not pass!, with an American accent
There's a poem by Alberti that awakens consciences
First line of the front, Carmela don't come back
The Ebro smells of defeat, but don't hang up your boots
Tomorrow will come to find you, let the trumpets sound
The passion of the brigadist crossing the map
The photo of Capa will forever remain
Abandoned in exile on that roadside
Tomorrow will come to find you, let the trumpets sound
To those who cross borders and push with strength
To those who push with strength to demolish them
To those who cross borders and push with strength
Thanks to the one who made mine the war
But night fell and alone behind the wall
They saw the monster approaching, the future vanished
They say those who lost saw the moon cry
The children of defeat owe you one
The passion of the brigadist crossing the map
The photo of Capa will forever remain
Abandoned in exile on those roadsides
Tomorrow I will come to find you, let the trumpets sound
To those who cross borders and push with strength
To those who push with strength to demolish them
To those who cross borders and push with strength
Thanks to the one who made mine the war
To those who cross borders and push with strength
To those who push with strength to demolish them
To those who cross borders and push with strength
Thanks to the one who made mine the war
