Balada Del Diablo Y La Muerte

The devil was standing awkwardly on the corner of my block,
where the wind turns and shortcuts cross.

Next to him was death with a bottle in hand,
they glanced at me sideways and chuckled quietly.

And I was waiting for someone from across the street in autumn,
a scarf-wrapped night that found me wide awake,
I heard death muttering, saying, saying this:

"How many times has he slipped away like a rat on a wire,
and tonight, when it costs nothing, not even to tire me!
We could take a lamb with just a step across the street..."

I hid behind the fog and stared into the void,
to see if that one who would never come would arrive.
The devil was standing awkwardly on the corner of my block,
next to him was death with a bottle in hand.

And trembling like a leaf, I crossed to face them,
and I said: "Looks like this time you left me high and dry."
I asked for a light and pulled a branch from my pocket to share,
and under an autumn tree, we stayed chatting away.

They told me about their lives, their triumphs, their failures,
that the world was going crazy and even the sky was bought.
And more fear than those two came from humanity itself...

And I was no longer waiting for anyone among the laughter of the witches,
the devil and death were becoming friends with me,
there where the wind turns and shortcuts cross,
there where life toasts on the corner of my block...