A La Hora de La Muerte
Enrique Morente
At Death's Door
At death's door
Don't put it in front of me
Because I love her so much
My heart breaks
She wants me to shut up
And I tied a knot in my tongue
Or these people are capable
Of making a mute speak
Go tell your mother
If she despises me for being poor
And that the world turns around
And the one who built a tower
Whoever feels
Full of earth
Can pick bad fruit
For the earth turns to stone
And cannot prevail
The rose was open
With the morning light
So red with tender blood
That the dew was repelled
So hot on the stem
That the breeze was burning
So high! How it shines!
The rose was open!
