Urrun

Everything is far away
From the door of my house
Without any feeling
In the company of fate

Let's go to December
In the year 98
The EEBB have again
Bombed Iraq
And the police in Toulouse
Killed a Maghrebi
And in Madrid the fascists
Aitor Zabaleta, Basque

Everything is far away

Spectators turned into statues
Kosovo, Congo, Sierra Leone
War has become a show
Only the slaves of globalization

"All you need is love" at the G-7
The killers are singing
Everything you need
Is apparently love

Everything is far away...

Drenched in blood and filth
But they hear the steps
On the stairs
Farewell to immobility, the bath

Everything is far away
From the door of my house
Without any feeling
In the company of fate