La Maza (feat. Shakira)

If I didn't believe in madness
From the mockingbird's throat
If I didn't believe that in the woods
The trill and the fear hide

If I didn't believe in the balance
In the reason of equilibrium
If I didn't believe in delirium
If I didn't believe in hope

If I didn't believe in what I manage
If I didn't believe in my path
If I didn't believe in my sound
If I didn't believe in my silence

What would it be? What would it be the mallet without a quarry?
A mass made of strings and tendons
A jumble of flesh with wood
An instrument with no greater intentions
Of little lights mounted for the scene

What would it be, heart? What would it be?
What would it be the mallet without a quarry?
A frontman of the traitor of applause
A servant of the past in a new cup
An eternalizer of twilight gods
Joy boiled with rags and sequins

What would it be, heart? What would it be?
What would it be the mallet without a quarry?