Ñapaes

I talk about Spain and I fill with emotion
and it's because I carry you deep in my heart
castanets, bulls, and festivities
my Spain, the land of honor.

This is the Spain of Felipe and Aznar,
the democratic Spain of Gal,
the Spain of real estate fraud,
the high society delinquency.

Little politicians who inflate themselves to steal
the murderers are back to bullfight
Spain, the country of deceit
of swindlers, shady deals, and more.

And here nothing happens, we swallow the toast, not even getting up from the sofa.
What a disappointment in the protest, only the riot police have shown up.

YES, JESULÍN, Spain is like this, the land where I was born.
YES, JESULÍN, Spain is like this, know that we are coming for you.

And they are workers who can't even work
negotiations worthy of a Neanderthal
workers paying for the mistakes
as always, exploit those who have nothing.

We are Europe, we can't complain
we have entered the big capital
imperialism that devours your fridge
and the Vaseline well spread on your ass.

And here nothing happens...