Mi Pais

[Quiroga & Nach]
My country, the land where I was born,
my country, is painted in me,
my country, that's why I'm still here,
under your blue sky, on your gray ground.
My country, here I was born (here I was born)
my country, here I grew up (here I grew up)
my country, here I dreamed of living,
feeling this way, I stay in you.

[Verse 1: Nach]
Spain, my country, I suppose it's a coincidence,
although the truth is I was born to create discomfort,
I wrote in captivity under the neon lights,
and I didn't see noble intentions, hearts are made of oaks,
nothing is allowed to the one who goes against the current,
that's how it is, like snakes at your feet,
watching attentively this bitter, ancient homeland of mine,
to know its history thoroughly is a necessary task,
that's why talking to the elderly helps me reflect,
about those dark years of dictatorial times,
today things have changed, and what good does it do me,
the state steals a year from me and then says I'm free,
it's the most typical attitude, political hypocrisy,
domestic violence, that women endure with pain,
the smell of these streets that keeps me alert,
where your children fall on the cement,
where there's no breath for young people
who only endure orders, in trash jobs,
with trash contracts, Spain pure land,
Spain land of sun, but blurry and dark.

[Quiroga & Nach]
My country, the land where I was born,
my country, is painted in me,
my country, that's why I'm still here,
under your blue sky, on your gray ground.
My country, here I was born (here I was born)
my country, here I grew up (here I grew up)
my country, here I dreamed of living,
feeling this way, I stay in you.

[Verse 2: Nach]
Spain, this is my Spain, of goals, bulls, and saints,
of bars, beaches, and mantles, of combs, flamenco, and songs,
of gold for a few, who are they, I'm a poet with the gift,
of leaving the truth in every line and my nation (my nation),
which sees its population grow at a hysterical pace, like numeric codes,
there are no merits, no heroes, no stars,
there are only boys who see bombs and play with them,
Spain of the Pepé, the olé, the one where we meet and have a coffee,
the land of faith, here is where I grew up,
where I saw life, where I was lucky to have a united family,
and tell me what happens in this Spain web of powers,
of harsh dawns, of immigrants without papers,
of priests, police who forbid pleasures,
my country, where are you from? (my country)
Southeast of Europe, here where my troop is,
the one that fed my mouth and gave me clothes,
(my country) witness of my light and my melancholy,
witness of the acts of my day to day.

[Quiroga & Nach]
My country, the land where I was born,
my country, is painted in me,
my country, that's why I'm still here,
under your blue sky, on your gray ground.
My country, here I was born (here I was born)
my country, here I grew up (here I grew up)
my country, here I dreamed of living,
feeling this way, I stay in you.

[Verse 3: Nach]
The innocence of childhood, the dream of adolescence in you,
my prison and my paradise, my beginning and end,
Spain, you were there when I won, when I lost,
you only had the steps I took,
Spain, full of tradition and magic,
of sorrows and feats, of spirit and grace,
Spain, stage of a false democracy,
decorated with those photos, that I review with nostalgia,
those days of roses, those dangerous nights,
those beautiful women, like great goddesses,
that blood on the tiles, where terror kidnaps
and with no other option, a whole town protests,
are eternal parties, sacred naps,
under a sun of justice, often injustice,
you show, (my country), look how you thrive,
while protecting your wallet and waiting,
Spain, you will always do everything your way,
proud to be born in this place on the globe,
that's why I sing to you and cry for you, and miss you from afar,
you know I adore you Spain, despite everything (my country).