San Francisco y el Lobo
Buenas noches,
el lobo comenzo a hablar.
Estoy aqui por ultima vez veran.
En el bosque mis dias solia pasar
salvaje y cruel, seguro en mi soledad.
Tu voz me hizo ver,
tu luz me alejo del mal.
Los niños sonreian al mirarme
y el amor me hacia llorar.
Pero un dia el hombre mal
me empezo a tratar
abrieron heridas que no cerraran jamas.
Padre,
volvere a ser feroz,
mi garra será mortal
volvere a dar temor
y el miedo sera mi hogar.
El bosque escuchara
aullidos de tempestad.
Volvere a ser feroz,
un rayo en la oscuridad.
San Francisco and the Wolf
Good night,
The wolf began to speak.
I am here for the last time you will see.
In the forest, I used to spend my days
wild and cruel, safe in my solitude.
Your voice made me see,
your light kept me away from evil.
The children smiled when they looked at me
and love made me cry.
But one day the evil man
began to treat me
they opened wounds that will never close.
Father,
I will return to be fierce,
my claw will be deadly
I will return to inspire fear
and fear will be my home.
The forest will hear
howls of a storm.
I will return to be fierce,
like a lightning in the darkness.