El Fin Del Camino
Donde la lluvia nace y la Luna flirtea
Con mi mala estrella aún sigo pensando en ti
Quién me vende un alma y me presta esperanza
Pues es el fin del camino
Y no sé a dónde ir
Y no sé a dónde ir
Si no es sin ti
Oigo que lloras nena y no te puedo abrazar
No dejes que entre estas maderas mi palabra puedan enterrar
Mientras oigo los últimos rezos me llevo guardados tus besos
Que me quiten esta jodida cruz y en su lugar pongan tus pechos
Quién me vende un alma y me presta esperanza
Pues es el fin del camino y no sé a dónde ir
Más amargo que la muerte es no poder volverte a ver
Yo no he elegido perderte hay un vacío que ha violado mi fe
Padre por qué me has abandonado
Por qué siempre haces tu voluntad
Es tan cómodo el haberme enviado y dirigir desde tu pedestal
Quién me vende un alma y me presta esperanza
Pues es el fin del camino y no sé a dónde ir
Quién me vende un alma y me presta esperanza
Pues es el fin del camino y no sé a dónde ir
(Espíritu santus ora pronobis)
La lluvia ácida cubría Madrid y al director de la fábrica se le oye reír
Se masturba la muerte en Sarajevo y sodomiza a un militar con un fajo de dinero
Dos terroristas han sido absueltos y por pillar en Marruecos en el trullo hay cientos
Eso sí, tenemos la patria, la bandera, toros, iglesia y fútbol en la primera
Más amargo que la muerte es no poder volverte a ver
Yo no he elegido perderte hay un vacío que ha violado mi fe
Padre por qué me has abandonado
Por qué siempre haces tu voluntad
Es tan cómodo el haberme enviado y dirigir desde tu pedestal
Quién me vende un alma y me presta esperanza
Pues es el fin del camino y no sé a dónde ir
Quién me vende un alma y me presta esperanza
Pues es el fin del camino y no sé a dónde ir
(Espíritu santus ora pronobis)
[Title Translation:
"The End of the Path"]
Where rain is born
And the moon is flirting
With my unlucky star
I keep thinking of you
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go
And I don't know where to go
If it is without you
I hear you crying, baby
And I can't hold you
Don't let them bury my Word
Between these woods
While listening to the final prayers
I will keep your kisses with me
Take this fucking cross off me
And let them put your breasts in place!
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go
Bitter than death
Is not being able to see you again
I did not choose to lose you
There is a void which had violated my faith
Father, why have You forsaken me?
Why do You always do Your Will?
How comfortable is to have sent me
While You just lead from Your pedestal
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go
Espíritu santus ora pronobis
Espíritu santus ora pronobis
Acid rain covered Madrid
And the factory manager can be heard laughing
Death masturbates in Sarajevo
And sodomizes a soldier with a wad of money
Two terrorists have been acquitted
And for going to Morocco to "get it", there are hundreds in jail
But of course, we have the homeland, the flag, bullfights, the Church
And soccer on La 1...
Bitter than death
Is not being able to see you again
I did not choose to lose you
There is a void which had violated my faith
Father, why have You forsaken me?
Why do You always do Your Will?
How comfortable is to have sent me
While You just lead from Your pedestal
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go
Who could sell me a soul and lend me hope?
For it is the end of the path
And I don't know where to go