Canción Del Elegido

Whenever a story is made
We talk about an old man, a child or ourselves
But my story is difficult
I'm not going to talk to you about a common man

I will do the story of a being from another world
Of a galaxy animal
It is a story that has to do
With the course of the Milky Way

It's a buried story
It is about a being out of nothing

Born from a storm
In the Sun of a night of the penultimate month
He went from planet to planet
Searching for drinking water

Maybe looking for life or looking for death
That is never known
Maybe looking for silhouettes or something similar
That it was adorable

Or at least lovable
kissable, kind

He discovered that King Solomon's mines
They were in heaven
And not in burning Africa
How people thought

But the stones are cold
And he was interested in warmth and joy
The jewels had no soul
They were just mirrors, bright colors

And finally, he went down to war
Sorry! I meant to the earth

He knew the story in one fell swoop
He felt crushed crystals in his head
And he understood that the war
It was the peace of the future

The most terrible thing is learned immediately
And the beautiful costs us our lives
The last time I saw him leave
Between smoke and shrapnel, happy and naked

I was killing scoundrels
With its cannon of the future
I was killing scoundrels
With its cannon of the future