Canción Del Elegido
Siempre que se hace una historia
Se habla de un viejo, de un niño o de sí
Pero mi historia es difícil
No voy a hablarles de un hombre común
Haré la historia de un ser de otro mundo
De un animal de galaxia
Es una historia que tiene que ver
Con el curso de la Vía Láctea
Es una historia enterrada
Es sobre un ser de la nada
Nació de una tormenta
En el Sol de una noche del penúltimo mes
Fue de planeta en planeta
Buscando agua potable
Quizás buscando la vida o buscando la muerte
Eso nunca se sabe
Quizás buscando siluetas o algo semejante
Que fuera adorable
O por lo menos querible
Besable, amable
Él descubrió que las minas del rey Salomón
Se hallaban en el cielo
Y no en el África ardiente
Como pensaba la gente
Pero las piedras son frías
Y le interesaban calor y alegrías
Las joyas no tenían alma
Solo eran espejos, colores brillantes
Y al fin, bajó hacia la guerra
¡Perdón! Quise decir a la tierra
Supo la historia de un golpe
Sintió en su cabeza cristales molidos
Y comprendió que la guerra
Era la paz del futuro
Lo más terrible se aprende enseguida
Y lo hermoso nos cuesta la vida
La última vez lo vi irse
Entre humo y metralla, contento y desnudo
Iba matando canallas
Con su cañón de futuro
Iba matando canallas
Con su cañón de futuro
Song Of The Chosen One
Whenever a story is made
We talk about an old man, a child or ourselves
But my story is difficult
I'm not going to talk to you about a common man
I will do the story of a being from another world
Of a galaxy animal
It is a story that has to do
With the course of the Milky Way
It's a buried story
It is about a being that comes from nothing
He was born from a storm
In the Sun of a night of the penultimate month
He went from planet to planet
Searching for drinking water
Maybe looking for life or looking for death
That is never known
Maybe looking for silhouettes or something similar
That it was adorable
Or at least lovable
Kissable, kind
He discovered that King Solomon's mines
They were in heaven
And not in burning Africa
How people thought
But the stones are cold
And he was interested in warmth and joy
The jewels had no soul
They were just mirrors, bright colors
And finally, he went down to war
Sorry! I meant to the earth
He knew the story in one fell swoop
He felt crushed crystals in his head
And he understood that the war
It was the peace of the future
The most terrible thing is learned immediately
And the beautiful costs us our lives
The last time I saw him leave
Between smoke and shrapnel, happy and naked
He was killing scoundrels
With his cannon of the future
He was killing scoundrels
With his cannon of the future