Al alba [English translation]

If I told you, my love,

that I fear the daybreak,

I don't know which stars those are

that hurt like threats

nor do I know what it is that the moon bleeds

at the edge of its scythe.

I feel that after the night

will come the longest night,

I don't want you to leave me,

my love, at dawn,

at dawn, at dawn.

The children that we didn't have

they hide in the sewers,

they eat the last flowers,

it's as if they foresaw

that the day that's coming

it comes with accumulated hunger.

Thousands of quiet vultures

are opening their wings,

doesn't it shatter you, my love,

this silent dance,

damn dance of the dead ones,

gunpowder of the morning