Barricades of Heaven [Spanish translation]

Running down around the towns along the shore

when I was sixteen and on my own.

No, I couldn't tell you what the hell those brakes were for.

I was just trying to hear my song.

Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar.

We'd all get in the van and play.

Life became the Paradox, the Bear, the Rouge et Noir

and the stretch of road running to L.A.

Pages turning.

Pages we were years from learning.

Straight into the night, our hearts were flung.

Better bring your own redemption when you come

to the barricades of Heaven where I'm from.

All the world was shining from those hills,

the stars above and the lights below.

Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills,

I lost track of the score long ago.

Pages turning.

Pages we were years from learning.

Straight into the night, our hearts were flung.

Better bring your own redemption when you come

to the barricades of Heaven where I'm from.

Childhood comes for me at night.

Voices of my friends.

Your face bathing me in light.

Hope that never ends.

Pages turning.

Pages torn and pages burning.

Faded pages, open in the sun.

Better bring your own redemption when you come

to the barricades of Heaven where I'm from.

Better bring your own redemption when you come

to the barricades of Heaven where I'm from.

• Artist:Charlie Simpson
• Album:Little Hands (2016)