Nunca he creído que alguien me odia [English translation]

I've never believed that anyone hates me

although they have wanted to kill me.

Behind my assassins another force is hiding

which, yes, is my mortal enemy.

Every kind of death is queuing up

at my door awaiting its turn.

The tool is one that changes its face

but I know there is only one hate.

I know that all the words

with which we sing life's praises

come with death too.

I know that the past hates me

and that it won't forgive me

my love affair with the future.

For that it sends executioners

in all sorts of guises.

My murderer is the past,

although with a man's hand.

Always when a man hits another

it's not the body that he wants to strike:

in this stroke the hatred is for an idea

that assaults him, that makes him change.

When the still feels himself moved

everything changes direction.

And as everything gets faster

the world keeps on changing.

I will always have an enemy

with a wrinkly appearance

and more tired than me.

He who by the length of his shadow

would cut short the extent

of each revolution.

And now he tells himself he is bigger

than the biggest of the rest of us.

And now he tells himself what is done

for others.

• Artist:Silvio Rodríguez