Causas y azares

When Pedro looked out his window
He didn’t know, my love, he didn’t know
That the light of that clear morning
Was the light of his last day
*And the causes were closing in on him
Everyday, invisible
And chance was getting tangled up
Powerful, invincible
When Juan returned to his bed
He didn’t know, oh!, dear soul
That on that rainy, roofless night
The love of his life was waiting for him
(*)
When I finish this verse that I sing
I don’t know, I don’t know, my mother
If peace or terror awaits me
If it’s now, or if it’s still
For the causes are closing in on me
Everyday, invisible
And chance is getting tangled up
Powerful, invincible