Morir Todavía (english Translation) Songtext / Lyric

The smallest thing is a mystery
and the sacred so simple.
The weeping of the nopales
behind the hussar of death.
when the coyote knocked on your door,
howling unwelcome notes,
the shadows snatched away
the dreams of the just.

You can't shut away
the sun under a bell.
You can't delay
the appointed hour.

One of these days
could be your last battle
and we, the larvae, grow up,
and we are not able to fit through the lock.
The heart going through a tunnel,
dark as a wreck,
dying yet and not after
searching without a remedy.

You can't shut away
the sun under a bell.
You can't delay
the appointed hour.

The labyrinth of the dream
where the demons
of memory are lost.