¡Alto!
Vetusta Morla
Stop!
Stop!
I've seen them arrive
Hundreds of soldiers
Wearing rented uniforms
Causing confusion
They have a mission
Many have been around here
For too many years
They come determined to rip
From every expression
Its meaning
Now go carefully
The desire to return will accompany you
Next time it lasts too long
I keep the faith
You find the miracle
Far away!
They are going to fumigate
All these fields
All the words of the place
Have been poisoned
Who pushed me away from your side?
The land I planted has turned into mud
They smell the metal in the poisoned air
I keep the faith
You find the miracle
Who burned down our roof?
The artificial rain keeps intoxicating us
They smell the metal in the poisoned air
I keep the faith
You find the miracle
