The Mace (feat. Mercedes Sosa)

La Maza (part. Mercedes Sosa)

If I didn't believe in the madnessSi no creyera en la locura
Of the throat of the mockingbirdDe la garganta del sinsonte
If I didn't believe that in the hillsSi no creyera que en el monte
Hides the trill and the fearSe esconde el trino y la pavura

If I didn't believe in the balanceSi no creyera en la balanza
In the reason of equilibriumEn la razón del equilibrio
If I didn't believe in deliriumSi no creyera en el delirio
If I didn't believe in hopeSi no creyera en la esperanza

If I didn't believe in what I createSi no creyera en lo que agencio
If I didn't believe in my pathSi no creyera en mi camino
If I didn't believe in my soundSi no creyera en mi sonido
If I didn't believe in my silenceSi no creyera en mi silencio

What would it be? What would it be, the mace without its quarry?¿Qué cosa fuera? ¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
A jumble made of strings and tendonsUn amasijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones
A mix of flesh with woodUn revoltijo de carne con madera
An instrument with no higher ambitionsUn instrumento sin mejores pretenciones
With little lights set up for the showDe lucecitas montadas para escena

What would it be, my heart? What would it be?¿Qué cosa fuera, corazón? ¿Qué cosa fuera?
What would it be, the mace without its quarry?¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
A frontman for the traitor of applauseUn testaferro del traidor de los aplausos
A servant of the past in a new cupUn servidor de pasado en copa nueva
An eternalizer of gods of the sunsetUn eternizador de dioses del ocaso
Joy boiled with rags and sequinsJúbilo hervido con trapo y lentejuela

What would it be, my heart? What would it be?¿Qué cosa fuera, corazón? ¿Qué cosa fuera?
What would it be, the mace without its quarry?¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?