Yo Estuve Allí

Tears, flowers, and praises
Leaving a hole as big as a moving truck
Nothing stops me from moving forward
Except the doubt if it was for ego or to break a lance
For love or to fill the belly
Was it for passion or for revenge
I beg my brain to rest
I want to live with hope
Of another 25 years of alliance with SFDK
But not to strain to avoid breaking the line
And I keep at home our songs on TDK tape
What's mine is yours always and without bail
And I thank you for your teachings and for being the brother to listen to
You my squire, you my Sancho Panza
You always gave me space
You gave me the tempered blood
If I don't throw myself against the windmills
Castile is wide and has my songs, if they want to remember me
His body is no longer here — the coroner will say
Without giving you a second to think
You know that I thought about it once
But the winds of this Canadian tent will not yield
The tent is big, laugh as they grow like a circus
But Caesar arrives, looks, and conquers
Imagine, wars make you thirsty
And this is pulling the ends of the rope without tension

Hey! If I were to be born again
Moving time back
With everything to discover
I wouldn't have to think about it
Save yourself the asking
I want to belong
To SFDK, to SFDK

For the beginnings and the vicissitudes
For the fourth floor and the Odyssey in the Mud, so it rolls
All our vinyl records to last
More than YouTube servers
I have those photos on paper and not in the cloud
There are paper clouds on Google that praise our virtues
And to make a career with the concerns
Without being pricked on radios or in clubs
The old taxi turned into Uber
Fits all ages, reaches all latitudes
Various sexual genres, some go down, others go up
Six hundred pages to summarize
And now they treat us like royalty
I defend the position with taxes, doing tricks, juggling
Five years without stepping into bars
Learning to cry crystals
And teaching the posh manners
The waters return to their course
I have stopped being the willow swayed by apathy
My brother, let's not forget those days
Nor who left us barefoot in the Almería desert
For our balls that this would rise
With productions and poetry
Eighteen thousand people with numb souls
Making history
Celebrating here in Seville a quarter of a century of trajectory

Hey! If I were to be born again
Moving time back
With everything to discover
I wouldn't have to think about it
Save yourself the asking
I want to belong
To SFDK, to SFDK