Pequeño zona sur

Hermano

No viste el desierto

Que se esconde

Detrás del velo

Y no viste a los hombres pirados

Esperando que caiga uno muerto

Para comérselo

Era un niño de doce años

Lo vio todo en un parpadeo

Y sus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas

Y su sangre siguió fluyendo.

Los cielos se ponen radioactivos

Y esto sucede

De momento en momento

Se fraguó dentro de una novela negra

Guillotina directa al pescuezo.

Y al final no es un héroe

El gobierna en éste barrio eterno

Y con truquitos luciferinos

Busca loco el libre albedrío

Y se alimenta de sus cuerpos. 

Boiling Rows

His soul may rest in prison

Between bars

And no forgiveness.

But brother

Sometimes is easy

To take guns

And become a killer.

Well, have you seen the desert?

Have you seen the men there starving?

Some are just there waiting

For their brothers to die

Just to have their meal.

How come no one feel miserable?

Is the veil between their eyes,

That veil that he tore off

A long time ago,

Just when he was little.

The wolfs they will be howling,

That´s all that they can do.

The ships they will be praying

And everything is just gonna stay still there.

The ku klux people waiting

Behind the light of their torch

The big guerrillas trying to win

And get control.

And now you´ve got him watching

When he was only twelve years old

His eyes they were broken

In tears.

What could he do?

He just stayed

His heart was pumping

His blood running all over.

But in the end he´s no hero,

In the deepness of crooked valley

He waves his sword

He owns the place

He is king there.

Well you don´t need to blame him,

Couse blame is all he knows,

Brother sometimes is easy

To take guns

And become a killer.