The Last of the Line
Miscellaneous
There is No Money for the Boys
It is the night of the revolt; The sea rises to my sector
Always all or nothing, there is never a choice
Brilliant leaders have emerged, they have trembled in the gray sky
Fleeting moments; now they are not here.
Look at that lethal city kid;
Neighborhood with dirty walls next to the Besós River bridge
They trade with desires and frustration
The kids are the couriers, the last generation.
They tell you Don't worry, everything will be fine;
They use your destiny and you without wanting to speak
Goose dough to melt it; Apparently it works like this. I was born poor; What a sin I committed.
Maybe that's not the case... I'll tell you what I saw:
Houses as tall as coffins, rivers rotten by ambition
There is no money for the kids; Without money they don't know what to do;
That is so hard... wanting and not being able to.
They manage us as they want, they only let us survive,
You need money to be able to live
Maybe it's not like that... I'll tell you what I saw:
Houses as tall as coffins, rivers rotten by ambition.
We trade with flags and with necessity
They come when you don't expect it, there will be no shortage of leaders
They tell you your Don't worry, everything will be fine;
They use your destiny, I have to vent.