Hay Mil Maneras de Derrotar a Un Hombre

Put a man on his knees at work
put him in a tight spot with light to solve
just with a trace of snow in the desire
that man is finished

You can shoot a man without being seen
can give him a crisis blow to the temple
just with a dry scratch in the desire
that man will have fallen

Fallen to the ground, fallen to the sea
to the dark pit of loneliness

You can rescue the damages of the past
can by agreement leave him without eating
just with a sprout of blood in the desire
that man is bent

You can ignore the anguish of his children
can drag out the sign of his skin
just with an air of forgetfulness in the desire
that man will have fallen