It was a cold April night,
the sky was covered in shadows,
the rain was making love, caressing Madrid,
and the Word became flesh and dwelt in Chamberi
From his deep slumber, he awoke
Lying on a bench in the middle of the square
covered in sheets made of cold and cardboard
He was bursting with rage and had reason in his eyes
"Pay attention to what I say
I give to you a new commandment:
Tear down every nation
with tolerance, and with blows of love".
My kingdom is not of this world
and in my land, the Sun does not set
wherever peace has a miscarriage, new barriers are born
my army is instinct and my judge is reason
My policy is liberty,
I'm the king of the oppressed
For every prisoner of conscience that you jail
you chain fear and ignorance to your skin
"Pay attention to what I say
I give to you a new commandment:
Tear down every nation
with tolerance, and with blows of love".
In an alley,
Sara sells her love
She rents AIDs until two
begging for God to soothe her pain
Run away from sex —says a preacher—
for it's evil, and a source of sin,
I give to you a new commandment: make love,
and don't put borders to the field where I did not.
As disciples, he chose twelve:
two whores, five ex-cons,
two black immigrants and a Rock poet,
Peter the wanderer, and a slightly drug addict
"Pay attention to what I say
I give to you a new commandment:
Tear down every nation
with tolerance, and with blows of love".