La Balada Del Diablo Y La Muerte (en inglés)

La Balada Del Diablo Y La Muerte
I was the devil bad
at the corner of my neighborhood
where the wind bent and cross shortcuts,
beside him was death with a bottle in his hand;
I looked askance and laughed so low
I expected and I do not know to whom,
across the street from the autumn,
a night of scarf that I found unveiled
I heard between teeth to the death which read:
- "how many times have escaped
laucha as strained by,
and tonight that does not cost anything
nisiquiera unleashing your energy
We can take a lamb with only cross the street. "
I hid behind the fog and I looked to infinity
to see if it ever reached that was to come,
the devil was bad
at the corner of my neighborhood
beside him was death with a bottle in his hand.
And shaking like a leaf
I came across to tackle them and told them
I think this time I made it planted,
I asked the fire and pulled out a pocket branch fÑ convidarlos
and under a tree in the autumn we ran chamuyando,
told me of their lives
its triumphs and its failures,
that the world went crazy and was bought up to the sky
and more afraid that I gave them 2 man himself
and maybe I was not expecting anyone and laughter among the Sabbath
the devil and death I were friends
where the wind and bend and cross the shortcuts,
where offers life,
at the corner of my neighborhood.