Canción Para Un Terrorista Bonito

He knows where he was born
And where his death awaits
It dawns on the day that
He won't be able to see the end

Are there places in the world, perhaps
Where a young man dies of old age?
Truth becomes weak
When fear attacks it

Salvation!
The boy is pretty
Obedient and sensitive
The old doesn't finish dying
And the new doesn't come

He will attack once
And that will be his only time
With skill or with deceit
And fervor ignited

Salvation!
Death is hungry again
The dead won't pray to it
In the end, silence will bring
In its cloak, infinite mercy and pain
He slept poorly that night
With a light dream
That showed the worst outcome
Merciless fate

Are there places in the world, perhaps
Where a young man dies of old age?
The old that doesn't die
And the new doesn't come