LETRA:
Lyrics:
[Intro]
In the Strait where the wind bites
and the sea strikes like a fist of salt,
a land that never surrenders rises,
Ceuta, city of honor.
[Verse 1]
From the walls that gaze upon Africa
we watch the horizon with fire in our skin.
We are Ceutans of burning blood,
brave caballas who know no fear.
Children of the sun, the storm and honor,
fishermen, soldiers, mothers of steel.
No wave can bow our heads,
no border can put out this truth.
[Chorus]
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Glory to Ceuta, land of the brave.
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Eternal caballas, cry of those who feel.
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Let the world know it, let the wind tell it.
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Glory to Ceuta… forever present!
[Verse 2]
We have seen the sea rise like a furious god
and we kept going out to fish.
We have felt the weight of history on our shoulders
and we stayed standing, without taking a single step back.
In every alley, on every rooftop,
in every barracks and every harbor bar
the same flame burns that never dies:
the pride of being from here, from this desert
that became home and oath.
[Chorus]
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Glory to Ceuta, land of the brave.
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Eternal caballas, cry of those who feel.
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Let the world know it, let the wind tell it.
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Glory to Ceuta… forever present!
[Bridge]
When night falls over Monte Hacho
and the lights on the other shore flicker,
we are still here,
firm as the stones that saw us born.
We ask no permission to exist.
We ask no forgiveness for defending what is ours.
We are the open wound and the proud scar.
We are Ceuta.
We are caballa.
We are the cry that will not drown.
[Verse 3]
Some are born on easy land
and some are born where you have to prove
that courage is not inherited,
it is forged every dawn facing the sea.
Ceutan by birth or by choice,
accent doesn’t matter, color doesn’t matter:
here a man is measured by what he endures
when the wind blows against him and no one can stop it.
[Chorus]
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Glory to Ceuta…
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Caballas of iron…
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Glory to those who never surrender!
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
GLOOORIA, GLOOORIA
Glory to Ceuta!
GLOOORIA… GLOOORIA…
GLOOORIA… GLOOORIA…
GLOOOORIA TO CEUTA!
[Outro]
Let the Strait hear it.
Let the world hear it.
Glory…
to Ceuta.
Style:
Heroic anthemic rock, raw and intense male vocals with Patti Smith-style raw energy but masculine and powerful, dirty overdriven electric guitars, building epic intensity, shouted elongated GLOOORIA choruses, 7-minute long patriotic rock anthem, defiant and proud mood, raw 70s proto-punk rock mixed with Spanish heroic rock.
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