En Guerra

I'm tired of throwing love and freedom chants into the wind
The state's hitmen have stolen all my hope
They haven't left me any choice but to fight
And war is more humane than peace itself

Today the black vultures display their flags
Symbols of faith and mediocrity
They dress the city with their ignorance
Behind bars, the word freedom swells

Come to the paradise of fools
Of thieves locked in mansions
And ruined pensioner widows
Of raids on immigrants who have nothing

Come to the living room of a humble neighborhood in Madrid
Where candles serve as heating
It's midwinter, everything is dark
Through the window comes the light from the lampposts
Stoned by a young man with no identity
Who gropes for a future among the cement
In the heart of a rusted kingdom
Plagued by patriotic envoys
Who do not understand and will not understand
That the splendor of a flag is forged in dignity