Hombres De Maiz

I don't care about the changes, as the years go by
Because along with my world, I am also changing
Today my playground is a workshop with keys
There my games and wars made this ship take off
Life, thank you for giving me soul and skin
A fine guitar, and a woman
Life, thank you for giving me soul and skin
A fine guitar, and a simple woman
I don't care about the coal or the smoke from the engines
If I no longer have lungs or sense the smells
The sparrows have already gotten used to the black smoke
But I still don't hear them, because of the noise of the planes
Life, thank you for giving me soul and skin
A fine guitar, and a woman
Life, thank you for giving me soul and skin
A fine guitar, and a beloved woman
Blessed men of corn
Who live in the mountains
And have flowers in April
And dew in the mornings
I don't care about the cries or the long roads
If when night comes I have flowers in my hands
I don't care about the government or the revolutionaries
But if this is living, I prefer to die like this
Singing
Life, thank you for giving me soul and skin
A fine guitar, and a woman
Life, thank you for giving me soul and skin
A fine guitar, and a simple woman
Blessed men of corn
Who live in the mountains
And have flowers in April
And dew in the mornings
Dew in the mornings
And wheat from wool bushes
And priceless flowers
Wrapped in fresh air
And bed in the grass
And lights from the sky
And gods of wind and fire
And they believe in them
Dew in the morning
And wheat from wool bushes
And flowers without price
Wrapped in fresh air
And bed in the grass
And lights from the sky
And gods of wind and fire
And they believe in them
Dew in the morning
And wheat from wool bushes
And flowers without price
Wrapped in fresh air
And bed in the grass
And lights from the sky
And gods of wind and fire
And they believe in them
They believe in them...