[Title Translation:
"Jesus of Chamberí"]
It was a cold April night
Shadows covered the sky
Rain was lovemaking, caressing Madrid
And the Word became flesh and made his dwelling in Chamberí
From his deep sleep he awoke
Lying in a bench in the middle of the square
Embraced by blankets of cold and cardboard
With skin-deep rage and the reason in his eyes
The reason in his eyes
“Listen to my Word
A new Commandment I give to you:
Tear down all the nations
By tolerance and hits of love”
My kingdom is not from this world
And in my homеland Sun doesn't set
Its frontiers bloom whеre peace miscarriages
My army is the instinct and the judge is the heart
My policy is freedom
I'm the king of the oppressed ones
For every prisoner of conscience who you incarcerate
More fettered on your skin are fear and ignorance
More fettered on your skin they are
“Listen to my Word
A new Commandment I give to you:
Tear down all the nations
By tolerance and hits of love”
In a backstreet
Sarah sells her love
She rents AIDS up to two
Praying God to appease her pain
Her pain, her pain...
Avoid sex -says a preacher-
Because it's malign and source of sin
Here you have a new Commandment: Making love
And don't stem a wave which I haven't tried to stem myself
As his disciples, twelve he chose:
Two prostitutes, five ex-convicts
Two black immigrant and one Rock poet
Peter the Tramp and one minor addicted to drugs
One minor addicted to drugs
"Listen to my Word
A new Commandment I give to you:
Tear down all the nations
By tolerance and hits of love"
"Listen to my Word
A new Commandment I give to you:
Tear down all the nations
By tolerance and hits of love"
"Listen to my Word
A new Commandment I give to you..."