Golpe Maestro
Vetusta Morla
Masterstroke
They stole the antennas
The honey from the hives
They didn't leave us any flags to wave
They traded peace for debts
Tied knots, ropes
And the patrol stopped us for looking
They took the endings
To neutral land
They didn't leave us lines to even start
It was a perfect robbery
It was a masterstroke
Leaving us without the desire to win
It was a perfect robbery
It was a masterstroke
Taking away our thirst
They stole the lanterns
The light in the caves
They didn't leave us maps of the darkness
They sold smoke and calm
Ingots of tin
Palaces of ash and unmarked cards
It was a perfect robbery
It was a masterstroke
Leaving us without the desire to win
It was a perfect robbery
It was a masterstroke
Taking away our thirst
They melted lead and copper
Put salt in envelopes
Alert, there's a witness
They left us alive
It was a perfect robbery
Except for this
We still have throat, fist, and feet
It wasn't a masterstroke
They left a trail
They can run now
Thirst returns
