Translation of the song lyrics Fugitivo - Kraken

Fugitivo (original)

Visti la inocencia su vida en afn,
Falt la prudencia siempre en su actuar;
Fue su mundo un casino, baraja y destino, a jugar.
La vida es ruleta en cosas de azar.
Burlando peldaos subi hasta el final;
Err improvisando, hall oscuridad;
Devor con cinismo su afn, un abismo real.
La vida es ruleta en cosas de azar.
Fugitivo, fugitivo,
Su afn le delata al pasar.
Fugitivos, fugitivos,
Abundan en esta ciudad.
Fugitivo, fugitivo,
Su afn le delata al pasar.
Fugitivos, fugitivos,
Abundan en esta ciudad.
La vida es ruleta en cosas de azar.
Jug hasta el miedo,
Para no temer perder.
Las bocas del ego
Bebieron su sangre y su piel.
Desgarrada fue trofeo complaciente
En prisiones de papel,
Perdido, perdido en su afn.
Perdido, perdido en su afn.
March al olvido y all fui a buscar
Su nombre esculpido, y hall en el lugar
Un mensaje escrito con sangre, su grito final.
La vida es ruleta en cosas de azar.
Fugitivo, fugitivo,
Su afn le delata al pasar.
Fugitivos, fugitivos,
Abundan en esta ciudad.
Fugitivo, fugitivo,
Su afn le delata al pasar.
Fugitivos, fugitivos,
Abundan en esta ciudad.

(translation)

Innocence clothed his life in affection,
Prudence was always lacking in his actions;
His world was a casino, deck and destiny, to play.
Life is roulette in things of chance.
Going around the steps, he climbed to the end;
Err improvising, hall darkness;
I cynically devoured his affection, a real abyss.
Life is roulette in things of chance.
Runaway, runaway,
His eagerness gives him away as he passes by.
Runaways, runaways,
They abound in this city.
Runaway, runaway,
His eagerness gives him away as he passes by.
Runaways, runaways,
They abound in this city.
Life is roulette in things of chance.
Play up the fear,
To not fear losing.
the mouths of the ego
They drank his blood and his skin.
Torn apart was complacent trophy
In paper prisons
Lost, lost in his quest.
Lost, lost in his quest.
I went to oblivion and there I went to look for
Your name carved, and hall in place
A message written in blood, his final cry.
Life is roulette in things of chance.
Runaway, runaway,
His eagerness gives him away as he passes by.
Runaways, runaways,
They abound in this city.
Runaway, runaway,
His eagerness gives him away as he passes by.
Runaways, runaways,
They abound in this city.