Iberia Sumergida [English translation]

I awoke with tightly clenched fists

and the insolent rage of my youth.

Naivety absolves us from our mistakes

and allows everyone to contribute what they know.

They made you bread and there we consumed you.

Vengeance is a useless piece of junk.

This is my place

and this is my thorn.

Iberia submerged

in these clandestine rumours.

You formulate questions with a seed of an answer

and I know your way by heart.

I don't believe in the rationality of the majority

and the proprietary embrace, with no way out.

Now that you suffer from insomnia

you would like to die in a nap.

This is my place

and this is my thorn.

Iberia submerged

in these clandestine rumours.

• Artist:Héroes del Silencio
• Album:Avalancha (1995)