When Pedro went out to his window
He didn't know, my love, he didn't know
that the light of that clear morning
was the light of his last day.
And the causes were surrounding him,
everyday, invisible.
And chance was getting tangled up,
powerful, invincible.
When Juan returned to his bed
He didn't know, oh, dear soul,
that in the rainy night and without a roof
the love of his life awaited him.
And the causes were surrounding him,
everyday, invisible.
And chance was getting tangled up,
powerful, invincible.
When this verse that I sing is finished.
I don't know, I don't know, mother mine,
if peace or terror awaits me,
if the the present, or the yet to come.
Well, the causes are surrounding me,
everyday, invisible.
And chance is entangling me
powerful, invincible.