Ruta Del Coya

God sun, God water
falling from the gray sky to the soul
Wind that carries voices that don't want to leave
River that took blood, mud, and straw for dreams

God salt, God tears
A horizon in Jama's cross
Up there high, where metal doesn't reach,
your wings grow, quiet snow and the dawn rising

God light, God moon
A field of stars, height...
Rose of these winds in America sacrificed
Path of the Coya, centuries' rage on the move

God peace, God war
They bury him in the earth
They claim a spring to be born
Death and salvation on the angel's path

God gives, God takes away
It's hard to see where the wound is
There was never a place
where you could ask