More songs by Funambulista
Description
It smells like dust from the football field and chewing gum for one peseta. Everything around is simple, honest, and a little worn - like old sneakers that have survived many fights and recess periods. Once, everyone believed the future was ours, and truth was at our feet, until it was replaced by mortgages, crises, and sleepless nights. But it's strange - the older you get, the less fear you have. The armour is scratched, but it's holding up. And in every heartbeat, you can still hear that same "1982" - when it seemed the whole world lay ahead. Only now it's no longer a dream, but a memory, worn like a medal - worn, but dear.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Las rodillas marcadas de tanto jugar por el suelo.
Nuestros padres luchando por darnos un mundo mejor.
Mi país sacudiéndose tiempos oscuros del pelo.
Chicles de peseta al salir de la escuela y las tardes al sol.
Uno nueve ochenta y dos, el futuro a nuestros pies.
Somos la generación que nació para vencer.
Luego todo se torció, terminamos de crecer.
La burbuja reventó, todos contra la pared.
Pasamos noches en blanco, crisis que nunca acababan.
Fuimos perdiendo los sueños, se hizo de piedra la almohada.
Ahora ya somos eternos, ahora ya nadie nos para.
Somos los héroes que han vuelto con la armadura gastada.
Luego fuimos creciendo y cayeron promesas al suelo.
Nos fuimos lamiendo la herida, tuvimos que echarle valor.
Con los pies en el barro se aprende de qué va la vida.
Y te haces más fuerte, no queda otra opción.
Pasamos noches en blanco, crisis que nunca acababan.
Fuimos perdiendo los sueños, se hizo de piedra la almohada.
Ahora ya somos eternos, ahora ya nadie nos para.
Somos los héroes que han vuelto con la armadura gastada.
Uno nueve ochenta y dos, el futuro a nuestros pies.
Somos la generación que nació para vencer.
Uno nueve ochenta y dos, terminamos de crecer.
La burbuja reventó, todos contra la pared.
English translation
Knees marked from playing on the ground so much.
Our parents fighting to give us a better world.
My country shaking dark times out of its hair.
Peseta gum after school and afternoons in the sun.
One nine eighty two, the future at our feet.
We are the generation that was born to win.
Then everything went wrong, we finished growing.
The bubble burst, everyone against the wall.
We spent sleepless nights, crises that never ended.
We were losing our dreams, the pillow became stone.
Now we are eternal, now no one stops us.
We are the heroes who have returned with worn armor.
Then we grew and promises fell to the ground.
We left licking the wound, we had to give it courage.
With your feet in the mud you learn what life is about.
And you get stronger, there is no other option.
We spent sleepless nights, crises that never ended.
We were losing our dreams, the pillow became stone.
Now we are eternal, now no one stops us.
We are the heroes who have returned with worn armor.
One nine eighty two, the future at our feet.
We are the generation that was born to win.
One nine eighty two, we finished growing.
The bubble burst, everyone against the wall.