Me acosa el carapálida
Me acosa el carapálida que carga sobre mi,
sobre mi pueblo libre, sobre mi día feliz.
Me acosa con la espuela el sable y el arnés
caballería asesina de antes y después.
Me acosa el carapálida norteño por el sur,
el este, el oeste, por cada latitud.
Me acosa el carapálida que ha dividido el sol
en hora de metralla y hora de dolor.
La tierra me quiere arrebatar,
el agua me quiere arrebatar,
el aire me quiere arrebatar
y sólo fuego,
y sólo fuego voy a dar.
Yo soy mi tierra, mi agua,
mi aire, mi fuego.
Me acosa el carapálida con el engaño vil,
con cuentos de colores con trueques de uno a mil.
Me acosa con el elixir de la prostitución,
me acosa con la gloria perdida de su Dios.
Me acosa el carapálida con su forma de ver,
su estética, su ángulo, su estilo, su saber.
Me acosa el carapálida con su sintetización
y quiere ungirme el alma con tuercas de robot.
La tierra me quiere arrebatar...
Me acosa el carapálida con la guerra sutil,
hasta que digo "basta" y carga sobre mi.
Me acosa con su monstruo de radioactividad,
su porvenir de arena, su muerte colosal.
Me acosa el carapálida que siempre me acosó,
que acosa a mis hermanos, que acosa a mi razón.
Me acosa el carapálida que vive de acosar
hasta que todos juntos le demos su lugar.
La tierra me quiere arrebatar...
The Paleface Stalks Me
The paleface stalks me, carrying on me,
over my free town, over my happy day.
The paleface stalks me with the spur, the saber, and the harness,
assassin cavalry from before and after.
The paleface stalks me from the north to the south,
the east, the west, in every latitude.
The paleface stalks me, dividing the sun
into hours of shrapnel and hours of pain.
The land wants to snatch me away,
the water wants to snatch me away,
the air wants to snatch me away
and only fire,
and only fire I will give.
I am my land, my water,
my air, my fire.
The paleface stalks me with vile deceit,
with colorful tales, with trades from one to a thousand.
The paleface stalks me with the elixir of prostitution,
stalking me with the lost glory of his God.
The paleface stalks me with his way of seeing,
his aesthetics, his angle, his style, his knowledge.
The paleface stalks me with his synthesis
and wants to anoint my soul with robot nuts.
The land wants to snatch me away...
The paleface stalks me with subtle war,
until I say 'enough' and he comes after me.
The paleface stalks me with his radioactivity monster,
his future of sand, his colossal death.
The paleface stalks me, who has always stalked me,
stalking my brothers, stalking my reason.
The paleface stalks me, living to stalk
until we all together give him his place.
The land wants to snatch me away...