Canción Inútil

So many years and time didn't erase the moment
That afternoon at the police station
Those guys seemed to be playing with your mother
Who cried inconsolably: It's been two months since I last saw him
And these sons of bitches say: He must have done something!
Even though you were very young then, you knew it anyway
Son and blood of a disappeared
In the street, it screams for: Trial and punishment
Red ink, protest on the wall
And the gases, the chases, and confrontations
Listen, think, think, listen and say
It's not revenge, it's instinct without reasoning
The cause moves the feeling
And this begins to cause everything I feel
To be a teenager forever, which is like winning
It's enough for today
It's better for me to shut up and learn from silence
To acknowledge that we were also accomplices of that pardon
Our passive indecision
And, even though life won't give us back
Prevention is cure and fighting is remedy
After all, it's more sincere than this useless song
Which is all I have to be a teenager forever, which is like winning