Vengo de Lavapiés

I don't want to talk about war
I don't want to talk just to talk
if I don't have the space
to bite and bark.
I don't want a piece of land
or to make the world my home
I’m not looking to leave my mark
I’m fine just walking around.

I come, I come, I come from Lavapiés
where the sugarcane doesn't grow.
I come, I come, I come from Lavapiés
where it never sees the dawn.

Your absence starts to shine
it's time to wake up
it's hard to live on air
almost harder than working.
Forbidden Moorish essence
sticks like tar
my feet craving the moon
fed up with jumping around.

Lay down, before it wakes up and pretend
that I don’t know, that my air doesn’t move you anymore, you weather vane!
I’ll search for, paths to a mint rainbow
I’ll give you, a detailed piano so you don’t get lost.