self destruction on production

There’s no knowing where we’re rowing

or which way the river’s flowing.

Is it raining, is it snowing

Is a hurricane a-blowing

Not a speck of light is showing,

so the danger must be growing.

Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?

Is the grisly reaper mowing?

Yes, the danger must be growing

for the rowers keep on rowing,

and they’re certainly not showing

any signs that they are slowing.

Hoy un canto, muy bajito, a tus oídos.

"Tengo que colgá un carté de un almendro florecío:

Nadie en el mundo ha tenío mujer como mi mujer,

ni caballo como el mío."

"Virtud es fortaleza, ser bueno es ser valiente; escudo, espada y maza llevar bajo la frente; porque el valor honrado de todas armas viste: no sólo para, hiere, y más que aguarda, embiste".

...
This feelings became a sword

only wielded by my words.

...

With it, I'll fight the world

all around me, while it shouts:

<<Through the end, against you all>>
...