Fuimos Ikastoleros

Where do the guns hide?
In the desks of the ikastolas

Those times marching through the schoolyard
Shooting practice, street fighting in the gym
On a school trip, they took us all the way to Libya
To learn the basics of guerrilla warfare
Everyone with RH negative
when the grades came, they got a positive
Some teachers disappeared
one never came back, 'they fell down the stairs'

Where do the guns hide?

We were ikastola students
Drunk on kalimotxo and hatred for the Spanish
we were, are, and will always be ikastola students