La Maza [English translation]

If i didn’t believe in the madness

Of the neck of the bird “sinsonte”

If i didn’t believe that in the mountain

Is hiding the trill and the dread

If i didn’t believe in the scales

In the reason of balance

If i didn’t believe in the delirium

If i didn’t believe in the hope

If i didn’t believe in what i achieve with skill

If i didn’t believe in my road

If i didn’t believe in my sound

If i didn’t believe in my silence

What would be

What would be the mallet without quarry (to cut out stone)

A mix made of ropes and tendons

A mess of flash with wood

An instrument without better gleams

Than small lights getting on to the scene

What would be- my heart- what would be

What would be the mallet without quarry (to cut out stone)

A figurehead of the traitor of the applauses

A servant of the past in new cup

A perpetuator of declining goddesses

An exultation boiled with cloth and sequin

What would be- my heart- what would be

What would be the mallet without quarry (to cut out stone)

What would be- my heart- what would be

What would be the mallet without quarry (to cut out stone)

If i didn’t believe in the most cruel

If i didn’t believe in the desire

If i didn’t believe in what i believe

If i didn’t believe in something pure

If i didn’t believe in every wound

If i didn’t believe in what comes around

If i didn’t believe in what hides behind

Making oneself brother with life

If i didn’t believe in whoever listens to me

If i didn’t believe in what hurts

If i didn’t believe in what stays

If i didn’t believe in what fights

What would be…