Blues de La Libertad

My love, freedom is fever,
is prayer, annoyance and good luck
that is inviting to flounder.
Another social vulgarity the same,
always the same, all the same, everything the same...
My love, freedom is not fantastic,
it's not a mental storm that gives crazy prestige;
it's rough sea and darkness,
and the snap that wants to protect
that scream that is not all the scream.
My love, freedom is fanatical;
it has seen so many dead brothers,
so many friends gone mad,
that it can no longer bear
the bullshit that everything is the same,
always the same, all the same, everything the same...
My love, freedom is fever,
is prayer, annoyance and good luck
that is inviting to flounder.
Another social vulgarity the same,
always the same, all the same, everything the same...