Letra
Si no creyera en la locura
De la garganta del sinsonte
Si no creyera que en el monte
Se esconde el trino y la pavura
Si no creyera en la balanza
En la razón 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
¿Qué cosa fuera?
¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
Un amasijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones
Un revoltijo de carne con madera
Un instrumento sin mejores resplandores
Que lucecitas montadas para escena
¿Qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿Qué 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
Júbilo hervido con trapo y lentejuela
¿Qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
¿Qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
Si no creyera en lo más duro
Si no creyera en el deseo
Si no creyera en lo que creo
Si no creyera 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 creyera en lo que duele
Si no creyera en lo que quede
Si no creyera en lo que lucha
¿Qué cosa fuera?
¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
Un amasijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones
Un revoltijo de carne con madera
Un instrumento sin mejores resplandores
Que lucecitas montadas para escena
¿Qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
Un testaferro del traidor de los aplausos
Un servidor de pasado en copa nueva
¿Qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
Un eternizador de dioses del ocaso
Júbilo hervido con trapo y lentejuela
¿Qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?
¿Qué cosa fuera, corazón, qué cosa fuera?
¿Qué cosa fuera la maza sin cantera?

Letter

If I didn't believe in madness From the throat of the mockingbird If I didn't believe that on the mountain The trill and the fear are hidden If I didn't believe in the balance In the balance reason If I didn't believe in delirium If I didn't believe in hope If I didn't believe in what I said 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 was it? What was the mace without a quarry? A mass made of ropes and tendons A jumble of meat with wood An instrument without better glare What little lights set up for the scene? What was it, heart, what was it? What was the mace without a quarry? A front man for the applause traitor A server of the past in a new glass An eternalizer of gods of the sunset Boiled joy with rag and sequin What was it, heart, what was it? What was the mace without a quarry? What was it, heart, what was it? 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 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 I was around If I didn't believe in what it hides Become a brother of life If I didn't believe in whoever listens to me If I didn't believe in what hurts If I didn't believe in what's left If I didn't believe in what you fight What was it? What was the mace without a quarry? A mass made of ropes and tendons A jumble of meat with wood An instrument without better glare What little lights set up for the scene? What was it, heart, what was it? What was the mace without a quarry? A front man for the applause traitor A server of the past in a new glass What was it, heart, what was it? What was the mace without a quarry? An eternalizer of gods of the sunset Boiled joy with rag and sequin What was it, heart, what was it? What was the mace without a quarry? What was it, heart, what was it? What was the mace without a quarry?