Vasija de Barro
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Clay Vessel
I want to be buried
Like my ancestors
In the dark and cool womb
Of a clay vessel
When life covers me
Behind a curtain of years
Will live on the surface of time
Loves and disappointments
Hardened clay
Soul of green hills
Blood and dreams of my men
Sun of my ancestors
From you I was born and to you I return
Clay, clay vessel
And in my death I lie in you
And in your beloved dust
