Almost 70 years, this not my place, feels like home but something tell me it's not.
I was just a worker with my wife and my 2 kids, liberty comes to town.
I can't forget the old Madrid streets and the orange bright lights flashing in my face.
I count the days since the night they came dragging my world down, they didn't know my name.
Time runs fast, rights that belong to us are hiding, locked up in a vault to stop the wave.
Hey calm down, they said, it's not a big deal, forget it, it's all over.
It's not a threat, it's a choice and in the end you will get what you deserve, in your consciousness remains.
Hearing your thoughts being delayed.
You are not alone, so think about it.
Time goes by, and we are still here.