La maza - Soledad Bravo

Si no creyera en la locura

Se la garganta del cirzonte

Si no creyera que en el monte

Se esconde el trino y la pavura

Si no creyera en la balanza

en la razon del equilibrio

si no creyera en el delirio

si no creyera en la esperanza

Si no creyera en lo que agencio

Si no creyera en mi camino

Si no creyera en mi sonido

Si no creyera en mi silencio

Que cosa fuera

Que cosa fuera la maza sin cantera

Un amacijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones

Un revoltijo de carne con madera

Un instrumento sin mejores resplandores

Que lucecitas montadas para escena

Que cosa fuera corazon que cosa fuera

Que cosa fuera la maza sin cantera

Un testaferro del traidor de los aplausos

Un servidor de pasado en copa nueva

Un eternizador de dioses del ocaso

Jubilo hervido con trapo y lentejuela

Que cosa fuera corazon que cosa fuera

Que cosa fuera la maza sin cantera

Que cosa fuera corazon que cosa fuera

Que cosa fuera la maza sin cantera

Si no creyera en lo mas duro

Si no creyera en el deseo

Si no creyera en lo que creo

Si no ceyera en algo puro

Si no creyera en cada herida

Si no creyera en la que ronde

Si no creyera en lo que esconde

Hacerse hermano de la vida

Si no creyera en quien me escucha

Si no creeyera en lo que duele

Si no creyera en lo que queda

Si no creyera en lo que lucha

Que cosa fuera

If I didn't believe in madness

Be the gorge of the cirzon

If I didn't believe that on the mount

The trill and the terror hide

If I didn't believe in the scales

in the balance ratio

if I didn't believe in delirium

if I didn't believe in hope

If I didn't believe in what I agency

If I didn't believe in my way

If I didn't believe in my sound

If you didn't believe in my silence

what was it

What was the mace without a quarry

A bed made of ropes and tendons

A jumble of meat with wood

An instrument without better glare

What little lights mounted for the scene

what a thing was heart what a thing was

What was the mace without a quarry

A figurehead of the traitor of applause

A server from the past in a new glass

An eternalizer of twilight gods

Jubilo boiled with rag and sequin

what a thing was heart what a thing was

What was the mace without a quarry

what a thing was heart what a thing was

What was the mace without a quarry

If I didn't believe in the hardest

If I didn't believe in desire

If I didn't believe 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's around

If I didn't believe in what it hides

Become a brother of 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's left

If he didn't believe in what he fights for

what was it