El Mejor Amigo de Nadie

From the tree I can see
My friends, I'm thirsty
They've hung me out under the sun
My friends like me

I want to imagine a beautiful place
Where I can be just another prey
To feel the fear of dying
And then serve as satisfaction
My lord is a winner

Shooting maybe, the best pleasure
Face to face? It’s worthless
That strange love for the natural
Ends in murder

Defend what no one sees
Nobody's best friend

If he finds something beautiful that can darken him
He'll snuff it out real good, nothing's worth more than him
It doesn't matter, typical of his kind
He'd rather let me rot, it's the old tradition

He'll burn my bones and my skin, and my being

From the ground we can be seen
Our bodies are no more
Don't help him anymore, don't be loyal to him