Condenado a muerte

[...that goes, if the day is spent in the slaughterhouse.
-So in the slaughterhouse, right?,
write it down, secretary,
Let the sentence come!]

Thousands of men crossing the fence
like animals they go captive to freedom,
their stealthy hunters await them
and they don't know what dreams they may find.

Run, flee, run, fly!
Run, escape, see or return to your end!
Run behind
and be careful that in distant lands
they can condemn you.

The sweet dreams have collapsed,
and in a nightmare you have awakened
of how a body with memories
that you have a thousand kilometers away,
and without family you fear.

The paradise and riches you wanted to find
far from your poverty an opportunity
you only found racism and aggressions,
you walked down the street,
the police arrived to...
your arrest,
there was no reason.

And you wonder why it happened?
if I haven't killed anyone,
your only crime being born Mexican
and even though you are innocent it's reason enough.

Sentenced to die,
sentenced to receive death.

[...and the final point was when he left the funeral procession heading to the metropolis.]

It's seven in the morning, you lie
on a table, the syringes activate and a
lethal liquid flows through your veins,
you begin to dream in black and white.
To live, to dream, to be free...
I'm not afraid of death!