Europa VII [English translation]

The disconnection starts, the air and energy ends

There is no one in the controls, the ship floats wandering

And I, with melancholic vision, review science and religion,

I point out to the sun, that is where I lived.

A small blue dot gets lost between a million sparks

It’s my planet, a light-day away, and a lesson in perspective

And I, scared to death in a corner, think about my civilization

I whisper in the command port that I lived there

Then I break down crying and thousands of teardrops defy gravity

I take away my flag from my space suit

And I write on the back that I belong to humanity

As the monitor indicates, I have less time left

To suffer the collision that brings me back to the firmament

And I, hear the echo of my voice

Recording this retransmission

So that it plays in the future and serves as a lesson

And then I break down crying,

and thousands of teardrops defy gravity

I take away my flag from my space suit and I write on the back

that I belong to humanity, the fragile existence, miraculous and casual

The smallest life is worth a thousand times more than largest nation ever invented.

• Artist:La Oreja de Van Gogh
• Album:A las cinco en el Astoria (2008)