Raval

The monkey returns, love returns
The words return, the guitar and the trombone return
The bass and the synth. The birds fly, the heat falls
The pains leave, the noise of the storms
Children of despair, we left it written
Sing against the tyranny of oblivion, eh
Put aside the crying and the texts, touch the sky
Taste the honey, give pleasure, speak in verses
The wheel turns and turns and the present is already past
Truth and lie, theater and reality
Rebel and pampered, the stage is to breathe
Seeking the way out in the suicidal act of creation
Diving in search of a treasure in the lake
We distanced ourselves for the pleasure that makes us return
They sang those letters Galicia and Basque Country
From Sants to Valencia, Madrid to Andalusia

Full of dust and fears
Empty of peace and glory
We cultivated a delicious orchard
In the neighborhood of history