More songs by Loquillo
Description
Unknown: Alex Vivero
Bass: Alfonso Alcalá
Violoncello: Cristina López Garrido
Violin: Cristina Pérez Esteban
Choir: Igor Paskual
Electric Guitar: Igor Paskual
Piano: Jordi Rebenaque
Mixing Engineer: Jordi Solé
Choir, Pandeiro, Programming: Josu García
Acoustic Guitar: Josu García
Electric Guitar: Josu García
Producer: Josu García
Drums: Laurent Castagnet
Vocals: Loquillo
String Recording Engineer: Luis Bravo
Electric Guitar: Pablo Pérez
Featured Vocals: Shuarma
Composer, Lyricist: Igor Paskual
Composer, Lyricist: Jose Maria Sanz
Writer: Susana Koska
Lyrics and translation
Original
Nosotros, que somos los de entonces, los que no tenemos dónde, los que siempre hablamos solos.
Nosotros, que no formamos parte, decidimos seguir al margen, viviendo en el alambre.
Memoria de jóvenes airados vive al norte del futuro y al sur de la esperanza.
Cautivos en reinos conquistados donde habitan los silencios, donde ya no queda nada.
¡Eh!
Memoria de jóvenes airados.
Memoria de jóvenes airados.
Memoria de jóvenes airados. Memoria.
Nosotros, que estamos siempre alerta, marcamos la diferencia sin haceros reverencias.
Vivimos, caminamos sin aliados, amamos como soñamos, amamos siempre armados.
Memoria de jóvenes airados vive al norte del futuro y al sur de la esperanza.
Cautivos en reinos conquistados donde habitan los silencios, donde ya no queda nada.
Memoria de jóvenes airados.
Memoria de jóvenes airados.
Memoria de jóvenes airados. Memoria.
Memoria.
Memoria.
English translation
We, who are those of then, those who have no where, those who always talk to themselves.
We, who are not part of it, decided to continue on the sidelines, living on the wire.
Memory of angry young people lives north of the future and south of hope.
Captives in conquered kingdoms where silences dwell, where nothing remains.
Hey!
Memory of angry young people.
Memory of angry young people.
Memory of angry young people. Memory.
We, who are always alert, make a difference without bowing to you.
We live, we walk without allies, we love as we dream, we always love armed.
Memory of angry young people lives north of the future and south of hope.
Captives in conquered kingdoms where silences dwell, where nothing remains.
Memory of angry young people.
Memory of angry young people.
Memory of angry young people. Memory.
Memory.
Memory.