11 de Marzo

It's... March 11th, dawn breaks, a new day is born, it seems like you wake up early but God doesn't help, no... you don't waste time because you're late for work, you run when you see the train arriving at the platform, there the journey begins, you get lost, in the landscape you think in silence with just the essentials, peace is suddenly broken because an explosive goes off, the battle is highlighted on the screen, the phone rings waiting, but you don't answer, where is the man looking to break the order, here the silence becomes eternal, a sigh at ground level, lies like ice, slave to hell, now black ribbons are displayed everywhere and the heart of all Spain screams enough, the list with the names of affected people is auctioned, how far does the hate you waste go... (yeah)
When the people think, they steal 200 souls!, (they don't forget), it condenses in the vapor of their tears, no, there's no reward, just a rain that soaks our bodies with anguish, keeping us awake; Accepting the sentence that belongs to us is tough, but the helplessness of not being guilty is a blow against a wall, of... pain, of... injustice, rhetoric in suffering, more saliva splashes in this breath, uh! don't let the scream get lost you sons of b****, this government executes until sooner or later, we pay the price for their mistake, for their greed, power will turn against you, the price is high, and like workers in... terror, because this pain no longer fits in this heart, no!, in your blood only oil runs, politicians, this reality surpasses your hate...
April 20th, March 11th, Thursday Madrid, consternation, merciless massacre due to a war, that was the price, weapons of destruction, pure invention for invasion, don't deny it you bastards, we know that was the beginning, the end as predictable as a lethal injection, although no one imagined an action that would drive us crazy, from such a cruel nightmare a dream of hope emerged, on the path to world peace this is the beginning, are you hiding the truth leader? I denounce you like this, you should be where those people never deserved to be, your false sadness on TV is just an ad, we'll turn a deaf ear to your foolish words, each soul is a star in the sky, pay attention, today I value more than ever everything I witness, in tribute to the victims I made a decision, to turn my personal minute of silence into rap!
I channel the collective hatred of the people, sensations that implode from shocking visions, the sky cries!, put some ice on and calm down, dare to debate with a father without his son about life and death!, pure resentment, do we gain anything from an eye for an eye?, you're no worse than a guy who attacks and leaves you crippled, this fight of an armed and hooded arm is no shortcut, version, there's a lot of loose talk, wired vision. After a month of the attack there are mothers who lost hope and dream of rubble and cables!, they keep calling a switched off phone, depression level rises, fear keeps brewing in the mind until photos speak to you. Give me your vote idiot, I'll make you happy, it doesn't matter if I promise and fail, shut up! I win your country, the world explodes... March 11th a cloudy day, Madrid come to Rota you'll see how they easily teach you to invade...
Looking for a culprit, easy task, don't be surprised, s****y People's Party, Urdaci pathetic!, TV 1, only reminds me of the past, revenge!, if they were innocent that's not the way... I know that behind one missile there's another missile, innocent Madrilenians and innocent Iraqis, Afghanistan was a desert and now it's a shame, Bush! walks the dogs on a leash, (aha!), Aznar and Blair eat from the jar, oil for a pact, poisoning our poisoned state. We were all on that train! (all!) That March 11th (never again!) present your ideas.
And everyone must bear their own cross! Push their spirit as it hurts... let every Tom, Dick, and Harry bear their aftermath, I, I pointed at the wrong person, I messed up the authorship... it wasn't manipulation! it was the daily bread. You (you, you) carry (you, you) the scythe (you, you) in the false name of the crescent moon, touched by the blinding light the crazy man with that cross, while he'll have to think about it 200 times, ruler of the moment, Madrid suffered what you deserve, we the people, have (ah!) the final (ah!) say, Rome wasn't built in two days, who told you it would be easy?, you, swallow their lies without question (yeah) because you don't give a damn about the ignorance that befell you (ah! ah!) and let it weigh on you like that burden, life in that sterile grave (let's go!), desert conscience exam (are there victims or what?), may they rest in the peace this world needs greedily (ah!), as much as justice or less (almost!). I also bounced messages on March 13th... (I was there!) tell the prosecution I'm waiting for them to charge me (run, go and tell...), if they look for me I'll be keeping a life of silence, stop this world once and for all, I'm out, I sentence (ah!)
And it's for you, you're not alone, we share pain and holiness because we were all there!, there's no resentment (no!), no anger (no!), just tears in eyes, when I step on Madrid... under my feet they seem red!, no more lost souls, no more fallen lives, no more broken families (no... no...), today it's for you!, now I dedicate these lines to you, these heartfelt phrases, these pained words, today it's for you, let's raise our hands, you could be next, that's why we never forget, so many innocent victims!, you'll be remembered in people's hearts, a ribbon on the chest hides the recent wound, parents..., mothers..., friends we grew up with, like Tote we're just shadows of what we were (aha), so many things to learn that we never learned, today peace, love, and respect for those we lost...
Cry Madrid, because of you, politicians, fascists, your politics stink, today we dress in mourning, because of you (yeah), we live in Babylon, everything is money and lies, power by force provokes anger... my support and respect, to the families and wounded... all my peace and love to all the deceased... to pay tribute I've come to this studio, then I'll go to Torrejón... by train! just like I came...