La Maza

If I didn't believe in the madness
Of the mockingbird's throat
If I didn't believe that in the hills
The song and the fear are hidden

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 the mace be without its quarry?
A jumble made of strings and tendons
A mix of flesh with wood
An instrument with no better shine
Than little lights set up for a show

What would it be, my heart, what would it be
What would the mace be without its quarry?
A front for the traitor of applause
A servant of the past in a new cup
An eternalizer of gods of the dusk
Joy boiled with rags and sequins

What would it be, my heart, what would it be
What would the mace be without its quarry?
What would it be, my heart, what would it be
What would the mace be without its quarry?

If I didn't believe in the hardest
If I didn't believe in desire
If I didn't believe in what I believe
If I didn't believe in something pure

If I didn't believe in every wound
If I didn't believe in the one that lingers
If I didn't believe in what it hides
Becoming a brother to life

If I didn't believe in who listens to me
If I didn't believe in what hurts
If I didn't believe in what remains
If I didn't believe in those who fight

What would it be
What would the mace be without its quarry?
A jumble made of strings and tendons
A mix of flesh with wood
An instrument with no better shine
Than little lights set up for a show

What would it be, my heart, what would it be
What would the mace be without its quarry?
A front for the traitor of applause
A servant of the past in a new cup
An eternalizer of gods of the dusk
Joy boiled with rags and sequins

What would it be, my heart, what would it be
What would the mace be without its quarry?
What would it be, my heart, what would it be
What would the mace be without its quarry?