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<center>Aquella detonante noche,
mientras veía tras la ventana,
un suspiro en gritos de ahogo,
nada que decir ante lo que miraba.


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<center><sub>That triggering night,
as I looked out the window,
a sigh in choking cries,
nothing to say to what I was looking at.
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<center>[But then](.)</center>

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Sabia que todo iba a cambiar,
pero no que mi vida daría vuelco,
era el inicio de una grandeza,
pero también algo lleno de infierno.



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<center><sub>I knew that everything was going to change,
but not that my life would be turned upside down,
it was the beginning of greatness,
but also something full of hell.</sub></center> 

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<center>[he wasn't](.)</center>

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Cuerpo con almas inútiles,
que deambulan usándose entre si,
perpetrando la moral de aquellos
de lo que fueron y una vez fui.


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<center><sub>Body with useless souls,
wandering around using each other,
perpetrating the morals of those
of what they were and once was.</sub></center> 

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<center>[the only survivor](.)</center>

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Balas abriéndose paso por el aire,
cortando todo a su pasar,
como si no hubiera limite alguno,
ni conciencia antes de accionar.

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<center><sub> Bullets tearing through the air,
cutting everything in their path,
as if there were no limit,
no conscience before acting.</sub></center> 

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<center>[he was](.)</center>

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Viscosa la sangre
de manos totalmente manchadas,
actores de tales fechorías,
que se esconden como alimañas.

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<center><sub>Viscose the blood
of totally stained hands,
actors of such misdeeds,
who hide like vermin.</sub></center> 

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<center>[the perfect ](.)</center>

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Están muy cerca de mi,
por no decir que frente mío,
pero no hay que perder cordura,
solo poner un tanto de mano dura.


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<center><sub>They are very close to me,
not to say in front of me,
but we must not lose our sanity, 
just a bit of a firm hand.</sub></center> 

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<center>[bait](.)</center>

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Perderán aquella confianza,
que tras veces intente ganar,
firme deben ser mis palabras,
cuando a ellos me deba expresar.


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<center><sub>They will lose that trust,
that I have tried so many times to gain,
my words must be firm,
when I must express myself to them.</sub></center> 

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<center>[to gain](.)</center>

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Un pueblo de números infinitos,
es lo siento bajo responsabilidad,
aun cuando hay cierta cantidad
cada vida para mi debe ser vital.


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<center><sub>A people of infinite numbers,
is what I feel under responsibility,
even when there is a certain amount
each life for me must be vital.</sub></center> 

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<center>[ power](.)</center>

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Cargad con aquel peso,
me lo pidieron sin remediar,
ante una situación de manos suelta,
donde hasta el respirar es desafiar.



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<center><sub>Carry that weight,
I was asked without remedy,
in the face of a situation of loose hands,
where even to breathe is to defy.</sub></center> 

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<center>[over](.)</center>

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Pero no hay vuelta atrás,
designado como sobreviviente,
es mi persona cuando deseo sea otra,
por una larga lucha de gloria.
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<center><sub>But there is no turning back,
designated as a survivor,
is my person when I wish to be another,
for a long struggle of glory.</sub></center> 

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<center>[me.](.)</center>

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