Tumba-matriz
De tu esencia, tus entrañas,
De néctar cristal tibio y hondo.
Es que estamos hoy aquí,
Sobre ti que nos das de vivir.
Diosa triste, madre impávida,
Hasta cuándo podrás soportarnos.
Tú y sol padre nos crearon,
Y hoy nos miran volvernos bastardos.
Eres todo con nosotros,
Y en los lagos secamos tus ojos.
Tu regazo de paraje,
Es vejado con tanto desastre.
Bella anciana no entendemos,
Que nosotros no somos tus dueños.
Que eres la conciencia viva,
Hija pródiga del universo.
Tumba matriz, tumba matriz.
Eres tumba y matriz,
Tumba matriz, tumba, matriz.
Tumba matriz, tumba matriz.
Eres tumba y matriz,
Tumba matriz, tumba, matriz.
En tu falda de serpientes,
Se refugian los ríos inocentes.
Y los árboles serenos,
Levantando sus ramas al cielo.
Mi señora vieja sabia,
Antes de que a tus hijos devores,
Danos una flor de encanto,
Que nos cure del mal del humano.
Tumba matriz, tumba matriz.
Eres tumba y matriz,
Tumba matriz, tumba, matriz.
Grave-Matrix
From your essence, your entrails,
From warm and deep crystal nectar.
It's that we are here today,
Upon you who give us life.
Sad goddess, impavid mother,
How long will you endure us.
You and sun father created us,
And today they watch us become bastards.
You are everything to us,
And in the lakes we dry your eyes.
Your lap as a haven,
Is violated with so much disaster.
Beautiful old lady we don't understand,
That we are not your owners.
That you are the living conscience,
Prodigal daughter of the universe.
Grave-matrix, grave-matrix.
You are grave and matrix,
Grave-matrix, grave, matrix.
Grave-matrix, grave-matrix.
You are grave and matrix,
Grave-matrix, grave, matrix.
On your lap of snakes,
The innocent rivers take refuge.
And the serene trees,
Raising their branches to the sky.
My wise old lady,
Before you devour your children,
Give us a charming flower,
That cures us from the human evil.
Grave-matrix, grave-matrix.
You are grave and matrix,
Grave-matrix, grave, matrix.