El Hijo de La Abuela

Rozalén

The Grandmother's Son

Miguel, a handsome young man who works on the train
Born in Alegia, Euskadi at the moment when
It was complicated if you had different ideals
If you made a lot of noise
After the premeditated murder of
Melitón Manzanas they decided that
Everyone on the list would be detained
Imprisoned, tortured, deported far away
To lost little towns
She opened the door and asked
Boy, do you have a mother?
He nodded and couldn't say no

So
At first they distrust him
No one understands why he's there or why
Every day he passes by the police station
Confirms that he hasn't left, that he hasn't spoken
In the end
The whole town grows fond of Miguel
Few ask him questions
They don't want to know
Even the doctor lends him a suit
To accompany the lady to the dance at the party
He was a good man
His weapons non-violent
The only crime: A free thought
From the tree of pain grows an invincible love

My mother if my children were in this situation
And I saw that nobody picked them up nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody

Yes, he was a good man
His weapons non-violent
The only crime: A free thought
From the tree of pain grows an invincible love

I don't know where you come from
Or what you did yesterday
Here you have a roof, a plate on the table
This will be your home Miguel
I don't know where you come from
Or what you did yesterday
Here you have your bed
A mother, a sister
This will be your home Miguel
Here you have your bed
A mother, a sister
This will be your home Miguel
Here you have your bed
A mother, a sister
This will be your home Miguel