Elegía [English translation]

The neighbourhood silently mourns your absence

and they curse the bummer of your fate.

They ran out of costs in the old plaza

And of beer bottles in the chinese market.

They toasted for your memory

the boys of La Mina.

Is raining in Barna, they sing bulerías for you.

You're no hero or rascal

But you were struck by the life

of the grey suburbs.

Free, free I wanna be, I wanna be free, 1

they sing at La Modelo galleries.

In the yard they remember you, they bless you.

With fourty years nobody was so old.

Defeated king of the steering wheel,

they don't replace your tapes

at the old film archive.

The street vendors

take the free day.

Even the cops are sad.

Today in the heaven suburbs

in the worst den

Durruti 2invites you with wine.

A Seat 124

is waiting outside

with the motor on.

Divine trumpets play

a song of Los Chichos.

Before you were born you were already cannon fodder,

then you drank mirages through the needle.

So much anger never fit in a cell

and the cirrhosis thwarted your last jailbreak.

Justice is ruthless

with who has no money

and resisting is the only thing left.

Life in the cruel suburb

always opens a wound,

you were its scar.

Today in the heaven suburbs

in the worst den

Durruti invites you with wine.

A Seat 124

is waiting outside

with the motor on.

Divine trumpets play

a song of Los Chichos.

Today in the heaven suburbs

in the worst den

Durruti invites you with wine.

A Seat 124

is waiting outside

with the motor on.

Divine trumpets play

a song of Los Chichos.

Today in the heaven suburbs

in the worst den

Durruti invites you with wine.

A Seat 124

is waiting outside

with the motor warm.

An angel play in the cassette player

a rumba of Los Chichos.

Free, free I wanna be,

I wanna be, I wanna be free 1

1. a. b. Is the chorus of "Quiero ser libre" of Los Chichos2. Buenaventura Durruti, anarchist leader

• Artist:Ismael Serrano
• Album:Naves ardiendo más allá de Orión