I awoke with tightly clenched fists
and the insolent rage of my youth.
Naivety absolves us from our mistakes
and allows everyone to contribute what they know.
They made you bread and there we consumed you.
Vengeance is a useless piece of junk.
This is my place
and this is my thorn.
Iberia submerged
in these clandestine rumours.
You formulate questions with a seed of an answer
and I know your way by heart.
I don't believe in the rationality of the majority
and the proprietary embrace, with no way out.
Now that you suffer from insomnia
you would like to die in a nap.
This is my place
and this is my thorn.
Iberia submerged
in these clandestine rumours.