Europa
Los Prisioneros
Europe
Europe, Europe, Europe, days of Europe, Europe
Ah, Europe, the culture, the dances, the mortar
The carriages under the sun.
Ah, Europe, the art of plunder
Egypt, Africa, America, Asia, Oceania, and the underground
Ah, Europe, Europe, those military marches
Their unbearable classics
The deep depression of the coffee table.
Europe, I'm overwhelmed
Europe; I'm overwhelmed
Ah, Europe, Europe, kings, counts, princesses, and dukes
Marble jam and the golden roof
The deep doubt and depression
Of the coffee table again.
Europe, I'm overwhelmed
Europe, I'm overwhelmed
No more
The end of the reverse journey is coming
So you'll understand there's no energy
Without a light that burns out
So you'll learn nothing, nothing.
Desired Europe, the addictive substances
Those straight and endless lines
Ah, old Europe, the mission of your people
To evangelize, to intoxicate
And then discard, yeah
Europe, I'm overwhelmed
Europe, I'm overwhelmed
No more
The end of the reverse journey is coming
So you'll understand there's no energy
Without a light that burns out
So you'll learn nothing, nothing.
