Golpe Maestro [English translation]
Golpe Maestro [English translation]
They stole the antennas,
the honey from the hive,
they didn't even leave us flags to wave.
They exchanged peace for debt,
tied knots, ropes
and the patrol detained us for watching.
They took the left overs
to neutral ground,
they didn't leave us lines to even start.
It was a perfect robbery,
it was a master stroke,
to leave us with no desire to win.
It was a perfect robbery,
it was a master stroke
to take away out thirst.
They stole the flash lights,
the light in the caverns,
they didn't leave us maps of the dark.
They sold smoke and calm,
ingots of tin,
palaces of ash, and unlabeled letters.
It was a perfect robbery,
it was a master stroke
to leave us without desire to win.
It was a perfect robbery,
it was a master stroke
to take away out thirst.
They melted lead and copper,
put salt in envelopes.
Alert, there's a witness.
They've left us alive.
It was a perfect robbery,
except for this:
we still have throat, fist and feet.
It wasn't a master stroke,
they left a trace,
they better start running. The thirst is coming back.
- Artist:Vetusta Morla
- Album:La deriva