Zarzuela y Castañuela
La Raíz
Zarzuela and Castanets
From the Mediterranean I'm going to talk to you about Spain
I have cement even in my mouth and it's no wonder
The transitions continue
You can see their grandchildren making decisions
I shit on the Bourbons, the Austrias, and the Borgias
In the history books that praise you
Spain of zarzuela and castanets
Authentic, like the club that hits you
Today Spain dresses in suit and shirt
Under the sleeve bills and an elegant wink
A girl has run out of mass
And on TV, a whole planet live, perfect
And exciting
How exciting, how fun this life is
So delirious, so like before, so fake
Suits of lights, bodies on crosses, the Spain of
The caves bless our food
Spain of cantons and singers, processions and charlatans
Country of tambourine and pantomime, bankers, pimps
The urban and the pool
Welcome Mr. Marshall to a paradise that sickens
To mountains that used to hide us and now, they are sold
They are rented
Atapuerca, Republic and Opus Dei
Decades of right, God, their homeland, and their king
But they endured, our wall, unarmed and naked men
Men with names and dignity, slaves of the Escorial
How exciting, how fun this life is
So delirious, so like before, so fake
Suits of lights, bodies on crosses, the Spain of
The caves bless our food
