I've seen you through Madrid's streets
While you were picking the roses that your rage ripened
Against who plays cards and loses the dignity
And the dogs of the stock-exchange speak about ethics
It's logical that this civilization
Destroyed your heart in the name of progress
They stole your time, and you haven't time
It's time to travel at other velocities of yours
In the bottom of your eyes history is born again
At night the dawn is part of me
I saw them in the plaza of Tahrir
They were offering their bodies to the people who organized death
And they were losing their life in order to make it free
Liturgical promises, Arab spring
In the bottom of your eyes
History is born again
At night the dawn
Is part of me
And when the door of the heart
Is open
I remember your name
You're part of me
I saw you inside a Magritte's picture
A sea drawn in a thousand solitudes
You were bearing the mountains with your simplicity
While I was consuming inside the dreams of Wall Street
Love, love
In the bottom of your eyes
History is born again
At night the dawn
Is part of me
And when the door of the heart
Is open
I remember your name
You're part of me