El Avión (part. Toni Anzis)

Damn that airplane
And the pilot flying it
Damn the one who invented it
Its wings, its wheels

The metal of its engine
The miner and the quarry
The paint and the painter
The gravity that makes it fly

I curse its shadow on the way to war
I curse the fear that rules
And the peace of the victor
I curse the blood that stains the land
I curse the anthem that echoes
Above love

Damn the mission
The lieutenant and the flag
Damn the hero and his rank
The nations, the borders

Every bullet and magazine
The soldier in the trench
Every bomb that stole
Souls from a God, whoever it was

I curse the glory of the winners
I curse the Sun when it sets
Over the desolation
I curse the life that sows death
I bless every innocent
Who armed themselves with their voice