The smallest thing is a mystery
and the sacred so simple.
The weeping of the nopales
behind the hussar of death.
when the coyote knocked on your door,
howling unwelcome notes,
the shadows snatched away
the dreams of the just.
You can't shut away
the sun under a bell.
You can't delay
the appointed hour.
One of these days
could be your last battle
and we, the larvae, grow up,
and we are not able to fit through the lock.
The heart going through a tunnel,
dark as a wreck,
dying yet and not after
searching without a remedy.
You can't shut away
the sun under a bell.
You can't delay
the appointed hour.
The labyrinth of the dream
where the demons
of memory are lost.
By the way, a "nopal" (pluralized "nopales" in line 3) is a pear, especially a prickly pear, like on a cactus.
Sounds like a song about death and the inevitability thereof.
The lyrics for English speakers:
The smallest thing is a mystery and the sacred so simple. The weeping of the nopales behind the hussar of death. when the coyote knocked on your door, howling unwelcome notes, the shadows snatched away the dreams of the just.
You can't shut away the sun under a bell. You can't delay the appointed hour.
One of these days could be your last battle and we, the larvae, grow up, and we are not able to fit through the lock. The heart going through a tunnel, dark as a wreck, dying yet and not after searching without a remedy.
You can't shut away the sun under a bell. You can't delay the appointed hour.
The labyrinth of the dream where the demons of memory are lost.
By the way, a "nopal" (pluralized "nopales" in line 3) is a pear, especially a prickly pear, like on a cactus.
Sounds like a song about death and the inevitability thereof.