El Último Vagón

Nineteen seventy-eight, March anywhere
It could dawn gray, running to catch the last train

Violence walked dressed in uniform
In a Carabanchel cell
Had breakfast too early
Wanted to make it clear who's who

And justice getting older every time
Lost papers on some table
A simple mistake
Of recklessness, wheel, wheel on the wheel

Running to catch the last train
Running to catch the last train
Will live in the last carriage
Will live in the last carriage

They know how to shut mouths passing the scythe
Slowly and cruelly
No one will ever know the anguish of those hours
Before catching the last train

And justice getting older every time
Lost papers on some table
A simple mistake
Of recklessness, wheel, wheel on the wheel