We're a thousand hands making a tunnel
From the mines to the clouds
We're bolt cutters against the padlock
Ending of a story never finished
We're the power of the stampede
We're the world upside down
We're children of a few crazies that drew the exit
Horse in Troy and in their castles
Hundreds of screams against the latch
We're the free prisoner behind bars
Balaclavas, puzzle
We're the tears and the laughter
The shoves against the wire fence
We're those who were so much while being nothing
And in that pit of law and order
Of dirty shadows of servitude
It happens that you hate us
It happens that you hate us
We're the children of the verses
Of the poets and the prisoners
The voice that screams among the bones
From the ditches to wake
We're the hatred against the club
The dissent that floats up
The open night of the fugitive
We're the fist with the heartbeat
The most Valencian spring
We're the multiplied school
We're those who were so much while being nothing
And in that pit of law and order
Of dirty shadows of servitude
It happens that you hate us
It happens that you hate us
We're the children of the verses
Of the poets and the prisoners
The voice that screams among the bones
From the ditches to wake
He always dreamed of seeing you
Glory to you, to you, woman of the prisoner
Glory to you, to you, woman of the prisoner
He always dreamed of seeing you
Glory to you, to you, woman of the prisoner
We're the children of the verses
Of the poets and the prisoners
The voice that screams among the bones
From the ditches to wake
We're the children of the verses
Of the poets and the prisoners
The voice that screams among the bones
From the ditches to wake
He always dreamed of seeing you
Glory to you, to you, woman of the prisoner