Me acosa el carapálida

The paleface stalks me, carrying on me,
over my free town, over my happy day.
The paleface stalks me with the spur, the saber, and the harness,
assassin cavalry from before and after.

The paleface stalks me from the north to the south,
the east, the west, in every latitude.
The paleface stalks me, dividing the sun
into hours of shrapnel and hours of pain.

The land wants to snatch me away,
the water wants to snatch me away,
the air wants to snatch me away
and only fire,
and only fire I will give.
I am my land, my water,
my air, my fire.

The paleface stalks me with vile deceit,
with colorful tales, with trades from one to a thousand.
The paleface stalks me with the elixir of prostitution,
stalking me with the lost glory of his God.

The paleface stalks me with his way of seeing,
his aesthetics, his angle, his style, his knowledge.
The paleface stalks me with his synthesis
and wants to anoint my soul with robot nuts.

The land wants to snatch me away...

The paleface stalks me with subtle war,
until I say 'enough' and he comes after me.
The paleface stalks me with his radioactivity monster,
his future of sand, his colossal death.

The paleface stalks me, who has always stalked me,
stalking my brothers, stalking my reason.
The paleface stalks me, living to stalk
until we all together give him his place.

The land wants to snatch me away...