Chacarera De La Espada

Mouths of a God, licking your feet,
and in your conscience the frost remains

Fast world, wealth and pain,
weeping of a kiss that tastes like nothing.

You went to seek the ruins of a past that has already expired,
in that night of a flash it bleeds...

But you go on the path of the sun,
the chacarera will be your sword...

It's not like this, nor is it like that,
you contradict yourself but you don't escape.

You look at your feet, you need truth,
you seek refuge in a glance.

When the volcano erupts and the molten rock reaches you,
you will see that it won't be enough to save yourself alone...