A La Hora de La Muerte

At death's door
Don't put it in front of me
Because I love her so much
My heart breaks

She wants me to shut up
And I tied a knot in my tongue
Or these people are capable
Of making a mute speak

Go tell your mother
If she despises me for being poor
And that the world turns around
And the one who built a tower

Whoever feels
Full of earth
Can pick bad fruit
For the earth turns to stone
And cannot prevail

The rose was open
With the morning light
So red with tender blood
That the dew was repelled

So hot on the stem
That the breeze was burning
So high! How it shines!
The rose was open!