Haunque sepa los caminos
Never llegare the cordova
Cordoba! wake me

Ride with me trap
Woven by villainy
Trap set
Lackluster, not courage

Raw as open
There was lanho not closed
Risk over, there was mark
Hatred pointed

I feel the amputated part
In itself, pain bad sound
At the very edge of the sword
Hardly the sort potatoes.

City invades you fear
The squares and boulevards
If later, so little is early
Te ardes in flames

Even the stones weep
The pain that the poet feels
Halves complement
Word of mouth, tooth to tooth

Dream happy city
My luck tempora
My poor breast invades
Star Aldebaran!