La Vieja Escuela

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Those who are no longer here speak
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
They haven't stopped spinning

Everyone needs a yes
Three minutes of complicity
A recipe to ease their pain
With true stories
A coat in the hostile morning
Someone close to call dad
Or that folder with photos of the doors
And tapes of the clash

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Those who are no longer here sing
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
They haven't stopped spinning

I wake up with an intuition
They are the last of an old clan
The old school lost its teacher
And today it has to close
And even if the courtyard doesn't have its April
It becomes mist in the middle of the dial
I promise to be the voice of Major Tom
Looking for the signal

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh, let it spin
The emulsion of a scarce treasure
Uh, let it spin
It's Suzanne who's still in charge
Uh, let it spin
Our records keep playing
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, let it spin