Nunca He Creído Que Alguien Me Odia

I have never believed that someone hates me
Even if they have wanted to kill me
Behind my killers hides another force
That is my mortal enemy

All types of death line up
At my door, waiting for their time
The instrument is the one that changes face
But I know there is only one hatred

I know that all the words
With which I sing to life
Come with death as well
I know the past hates me
And it will not forgive
My love for the future

That's why he sends executioners
With all the uniforms
My killer is the past
Although with a human hand

Whenever a man hits another man
It's not the body he wants to hit
Inside the fist is the hatred towards an idea
That attacks him, that makes him change

When the quiet one feels moved
Everything changes direction
And as everything accelerates
The sphere keeps changing

I will always have an enemy
With a wrinkled face
And more tired than me
The one who along his shadow
Wants to cut the measure
Of each revolution

And it was already said that it is greater
Than the greatest of us
And it was already said that it is made
For others, for others