Vuela, Extranjero - Standstill

No contesto la llamada que ahora suena

Y me imagino una bandada, una nube tan enorme

Que al moverse es capaz, incluso

De tapar el sol que nos calienta los domingos

En hogares secos y colegios huecos

Con los niños aún corriendo, pobres, en el patio de las 11

Vuela, vuela, extranjero

Que no tocas en el suelo

Que no sabes de dinero

Te llaman de allí

Correos que dejas sin abrir

No sabes ni escribir formularios

Con espacios que no son para ti

¡ni para nadie!

¡ni para nadie!

¡ni para nadie!

¡ni para nadie!

I do not answer the call that is now ringing

And I picture a flock, such a huge cloud

That when moving is capable, even

To cover the sun that warms us on Sundays

In dry homes and hollow schools

With the children still running, poor things, in the yard at 11

Fly, fly, foreigner

That you don't touch the ground

that you don't know about money

they call you from there

Emails you leave unopened

You don't even know how to write forms

With spaces that are not for you

nor for anyone!

nor for anyone!

nor for anyone!

nor for anyone!