Finisterre [English translation]

Since you came,

all the stones are giving me a shelter.

And now your body is my homeland, I have a sting

and a good enemy.

It's our drowned anthem,

the sound of sabers that I sing to you.

I'll make them resonate,

like a heresy in the steeple.

On a gunpowder box,

I sleep by your gaze.

And this smell of the fight

it is the cool breeze of your morning.

I don't care if the earth is flat,

if the forests would burn or the sea boil.

What else will it give? When you are around,

the gravity is suspended.

They will close the doors for us,

they will mock the most sacred.

So worse for them, they still don't know

that we have already won.

When the sun goes out, don't hurry,

take my hand and come.

We will sail together

towards the abyss of Finisterre.

I don't care if the earth is flat,

if the forests would burn or the sea boil.

What else will it give? When you are around,

the gravity is suspended.

What difference will it make if the earth is flat,

if it is the fire and dust or came out of the sea?

I don't care, when you're around.

I dance to the sound of your gravity.

• Artist:Vetusta Morla
• Album:Cable a Tierra