La Muerte Espera Por Ahí

Stones grow to the rhythm of the root,
the rock cradles violence in its old age,
death waits out there.
A child gets lost in the throat,
all death rises up,
water poorly reasons,
a long duel is nailed in friendship
and to rest.

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know,
if with laughter comes the sea losing faith,
death waits out there.
And the mornings melt away
to nail a window shut,
the tree can be silent,
the world can get sick,
the churches can kiss,
death waits out there.