22 de Mayo

What has happened for the mud to keep your steps before leaving
Perhaps hunger was to blame for wanting to escape climbing towards the sky
With no other instrument than your own body chained to the bones
And to the pile of lice
That guards this hell where all dreams burn
And without hope, one burns
What has happened for the mud to keep your steps before leaving
Overcrowding, inhumane treatment, only the desire to survive
And running out to embrace the freedom waiting behind the door
Date not to forget (May 22nd), it was the prison break (May 22nd)
Ezkaba is still (May 22nd) the buried rage there (May 22nd)

A good moment is dinner time when the guards pass the pot around
Getting hold of the gate keys and in half an hour, they're out!
It's getting dark, the forces arrive with powerful spotlights and cutting off roads
There was no struggle or resistance, they sowed the hills with barefoot corpses
Two hundred and seven lost their lives, only three crossed the border
In the official newspaper, a brief note was their sad requiem
Date not to forget (May 22nd), it was the prison break (May 22nd)
Ezkaba is still (May 22nd) the buried rage there (May 22nd)