Tenemos que entrar

Some boarded-up windows
Hundreds of closed mouths
Rock is left without a home
Suddenly calmness overwhelms
The good people
At the same time
In a truck
A voiceless bass,
A wounded guitar
And an amplifier
Knock down the door
It's our place
We have to enter
Kick in the door
The music starts playing again
Once more
Colorful uniforms
Together against a culture
Far from the lord priest
Your arrogance
Can't stay like this
Mr. mayor
Don't forget
That even in your own house
We can sneak in
Knock down the door...