Finisterra

Oh, end, oh, land

Yesterday like snow on the sea
Things didn't seem the same anymore
People forgot to laugh
And the Sun has a hard time coming out

Today the jester did not stop crying
The world has finally learned to sing
At twelve o'clock the bells woke up
Hope, due to a change of business, closed

The silence cries out to the deaf that
Everything is wrong, nothing is right
Run the statue to avoid
Let oblivion splash
Let the sea water wet

God: You have finally decided to come
I've heard so much about you
In my dreams I have seen you arrive
In your eyes I see evil

For centuries you have wanted to rule
In all souls, and few have yielded
Most will reach the kingdom of light
The least to the kingdom of the sea of oblivion

If you have learned the lesson
If you have observed how they are
They need a leader to obey
Let's make a coalition

Astaroth: In them I have seen the fear of loneliness
Fear of death, and the pain of ending love
Let's make a pact, leave them to free will
And I will give them progress, weapons and civilization

Let's share their souls, the future is mine
While you use your church, lull them to sleep
Consumption, television and inflation
A new order, globalization
It's my gift, in front of the computer
I will take you to the other side

Oh, end, oh, land

Voiceover: Let me explain
Stop listening, listen to me
Outcasts of the world, come!
To freedom!

Now your journey begins
Only you are the master of yourself
Progress is in your spirit
And not in a city

Only you choose your destiny
Only you decide to invest
In your spirit
Or in a nuclear power plant

Don't believe in who
From a cassock he only sees
"Negritos" to be converted
Instead of learning from them how to live

Now your journey begins
Only you are the master of yourself
Progress is in your spirit
And not in a city

Only you choose your destiny
Only you decide to invest
In your spirit

No to dictatorships
No to impunity
No to unfair trade
Who exploits minors

Yes to autocracies
Yes to freedom
The third world is going to explode

Let's join forces
To resist Pinochet in Chile
And in Chechnya to a certain Putin
Rise up in Bosnia
Immigrants come
The third world is already here

Good morning news bulletins
Your radio station speaks your balls
A politician who is unable to deceive is surprised
To a bishop who is not a whore and truly poor

A documentary has been the audience leader
Pepe no longer hits Marta and he takes her into account
They take the fat ones and the intelligence
I wish it were true

They have found in Compostela
At the feet of the apostle
Wrapped in a cloth
A mysterious chest, and inside a CD rom
With an inscription

In Satania you are
It's the end of the road!

Oh, end, oh, land