More songs by Viva Suecia
Description
It's as if an old history textbook has been opened to a page where the ink has long since blurred from spilled wine and other people's tears. There are promises that have been rewritten a hundred times but never fulfilled. There is real and ostentatious guilt, a wall and a sword - and neither offers salvation.
There is a lot of blood here - metaphorical, newspaper, real - and even more questions. It seems that someone really wanted to learn the lesson, but instead kept flipping through the cheat sheets, hoping to get away with it. And then they were surprised that the pain remained anyway.
And yet there is a strange warmth in this sound: as if a fragile staircase from forgotten days leads not down, but to something bright. Even if the steps tremble and memory fails the test again.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Porque no hemos aprendido nada
Al final tendrá sentido
Repartirnos lo vivido y conservar
Las ganas
Que por esta vez la historia
Cargue contra la memoria y además
No duela
Porque no hemos aprendido nada
Por la culpa compartida
La real y la fingida, la pared
Y la espada
Que los días que se borran
Son peldaños a la gloria y yo también
Te quiero
Pero no hemos aprendido nada
Que no entiendan, que no hablen
Que me encuentres cuestionable
Que no sangre, que no sangre
Hay abrazos que no valen
Y en el día de la raza
Del espanto, de la estafa
Solo hay sangre, solo sangre
Tanta sangre
Porque no hemos aprendido
No hemos aprendido
No hemos aprendido nada
English translation
Because we haven't learned anything
In the end it will make sense
Share what we have experienced and preserve
The desire
That for this time the story
Charge against memory and also
It doesn't hurt
Because we haven't learned anything
For shared guilt
The real and the fake, the wall
and the sword
That the days that are erased
They are steps to glory and so am I
I love you
But we haven't learned anything
That they do not understand, that they do not speak
That you find me questionable
Let it not bleed, let it not bleed
There are hugs that are not worth it
And on Columbus Day
Of horror, of scam
There is only blood, only blood
so much blood
Because we haven't learned
we have not learned
We haven't learned anything