Las Piedras
Atahualpa Yupanqui
The Stones
So much living among stones
I thought they talked
Voices I've never felt
But the soul doesn't deceive me
They must have something
Even if they seem silent
Not in vain has God filled
The mountain with secrets
The stones say something
My soul doesn't deceive me
Tremor, shadow or what I know
As if they were talking
Cursed could one day
Live like this: Without words
