Pido La Palabra

I ask for the floor
I already believe that the time has come for them to keep their word
I already believe that the moment has come for them to fulfill what they say
Because this is not living

I ask for the floor from that father who lost in Seville one day what he loved the most
From that mother who has been fighting since that day, injustices of living

In case you come back, it has you here
Your bed freshly made just for you
A protected soul with a heart
A soul that gives itself every day for you
If you were to come back, it has you here
Your room tidy just for you
A frame with your photos full of love
And a pending chat with the one who created you

That when the world abandons you
And grief overwhelms you, I will be here
That when someone provokes you
And criticizes with reproaches, I will be here

I ask for the floor, to that street that has no name because it no longer has Marta
To that street that lacks what is missing without illusions... Which is the desire to live

In case you come back, it has you here
Your bed freshly made just for you
A protected soul with a heart
A soul that gives itself every day for you
If you were to come back, it has you here
Your room tidy just for you
A frame with your photos full of love
And a pending chat with the one who created you

That when the world abandons you
And grief overwhelms you, I will be here
That when someone provokes you
And criticizes with reproaches, I will be here

That when the world abandons you
And grief overwhelms you, I will be here
That when someone provokes you
And criticizes with reproaches, I will be here

I ask for the floor