Capítulo 2: Capitán Fariña (part. INDARA)

In the nineties, a ship captain
Brave Spanish, a Catholic defender of the homeland
Made his fortune breaking the Navy's codes
They called him Captain Fariña

I was an exemplary soldier, an honorable man
Whose capital sin is greed
Commercially tied to a criminal network
Whose main command is in Galicia
Packing the goods, orders from an officer
High rank, captain of the militia
Organized crime in the police, long shadow of Satan: Greed

Partying, dope, blow, coke
Clubbing, doubled up on the high
Water for the dry, I’m ordering a drink
No fake, I’m pulling the rocks
Holy, sin, I'll take off your clothes
Doll, get up and ride
Frigate or corvette, I lead a troop, Uhm, butter trafficking in Europe

And your faith, captain? Not from Rome, more from Sicily
You gave yourself to Satan and in the end, your family will pay
How many tears will fall?
How much blood will be shed?
How many street kids will lose their freedom?

The one who knows, knows, understands, joins in
The street is the school and the hustle is the hustle
Light it up, the law of the block
The player gets hooked, spoon and paper
The one who knows, knows, you can’t fool him
Move carefully, the cops lock you up, they dismantle everything
Money? Consoles you. And who sweet-talks you? The one who doesn’t run, flies
The one who knows, knows there are international connections
Also supranational interests, that there are needs
That’s why kids fill the juvie
At the highest level, political greed brings the pain: Police sources
From a barracks, military chains of command, judges, prosecutors

The captain was granted power, money, and women
An Eden for Adam, a life full of pleasures
Holy Virgin, blessed are you
Don’t let evil take him away
Please, I’m on my knees begging!

And your faith, captain? Not from Rome, more from Sicily
You gave yourself to Satan and in the end, your family will pay
How many tears will fall?
How much blood will be shed?
How many street kids will lose their freedom?
And your faith, captain? Not from Rome, more from Sicily
You gave yourself to Satan and in the end, your family will pay
How many tears will fall?
How much blood will be shed?
How many street kids will lose their freedom?