Como Si Tú Fueras El Comunismo

I arrived home
And I had the impression
That it took me a century to arrive
That it took me a year to climb
That it took an hour to enter
And a second to see you and laugh.

I always have that rush, I don't know,
If it's because I want to tell you
Like a book the skin of the day
Absorbing the water from the salt.

I think the height of life
Is to tell what happens to us,
To make the flowery fable
Of our tragedy.

Some don't risk men
To go to the moon,
And Palestinians are murdered
In batches of thousands.

I don't know what to say anymore,
It's the height of life
To tell what happens to us,
While old mistakes
Demand silence...

And I'm just a passing man,
A man who sells his neck on the streets,
Like everyone here.

Every year I put on clean clothes,
And I go to you
As if you were washing away my lies,
And I go to you
As if you were washing away the blood,
And I go to you
Every year I arrive home,
And I go to you
As if you were communism,
And I go to you
As if you were communism,
And I go to you...