Tumba-matriz
La Castañeda
Grave-Matrix
From your essence, your entrails,
From warm and deep crystal nectar.
It's that we are here today,
Upon you who give us life.
Sad goddess, impavid mother,
How long will you endure us.
You and sun father created us,
And today they watch us become bastards.
You are everything to us,
And in the lakes we dry your eyes.
Your lap as a haven,
Is violated with so much disaster.
Beautiful old lady we don't understand,
That we are not your owners.
That you are the living conscience,
Prodigal daughter of the universe.
Grave-matrix, grave-matrix.
You are grave and matrix,
Grave-matrix, grave, matrix.
Grave-matrix, grave-matrix.
You are grave and matrix,
Grave-matrix, grave, matrix.
On your lap of snakes,
The innocent rivers take refuge.
And the serene trees,
Raising their branches to the sky.
My wise old lady,
Before you devour your children,
Give us a charming flower,
That cures us from the human evil.
Grave-matrix, grave-matrix.
You are grave and matrix,
Grave-matrix, grave, matrix.
