Cuando asecha la maldad

In the terrible early morning
Death is felt,
The street breathes violence
From the hell of man
Who dies and kills
for his ideals,
Trying to impose
a reason that never
had an owner.
The fool searches
in the darkness
for his dark truths,
and the fool lives off his deception
without desires to escape
burning the dream
of the innocent
urbanizing evil
on foundations
of mud and death.

The hatred that lives
in the heart of the city
ignites
with such force
that not even the pain
that punishes us
understands it
when evil lurks.