Rehenes [English translation]

You were there when everything was good.

And you weren't there when the little thing blew up.

In the ghetto you were an English prince.

As a commoner you'll never lose your "savoir faire."

You were waiting for the Moroccan

in Barajas, the height of Stockholm Syndrome.

Like that cultural period,

with hostages tied to the red piano.

Let's go painted with the blood of two.

Always, always.

They await us with bullets of sweet silver,

smelt from our dental work.

A man is a battlefield,

if he doesn't keep quiet, he's a carnation revolution.

Let's go painted with the blood of two.

Always, always.

Liberty was then,

at times I'd kill for five minutes more.

Liberty was then,

now it's my turn to flee to me, darling.

Let's go painted with the blood of two.

Always, always.