Pólvora [English translation]

From the sky to the wet powder

from magic to the dark slavery

I haven't thought about your goring for a long time

I've been tossing a coin for a long time

and now I know

that anyone will cry more than you

during my eternal goodbye

and I care about your attitude

I know you're not going to like this

Prisoners from delicate drugs

trapped in a backlight shot

I haven't feel a jab for a long time

I've been crashing to your health for a long time

and now I know

that anyone will cry more than you

in my eternal goodbye

and I care about your attitude

oh

and no I know

that war will last more than you

dangerous double life

and I'm not disarmed by your attitude

I know you're not going to like this

that day isn't coming

I want to feel

a different speed

planning some atrocity

and yes, I'm afraid of my attitude

I know this isn't going to end