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La Maza - En Vivo

′LA MAZA'
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
Que cosa fuera
Que 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
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

The Hammer - Live

′The Hammer'
If I did not believe in the madness
Of the mockingbird's throat
If I did not believe that in the woods
The trill and the fright are hidden
If I did not believe in the scale
In the reason of balance
If I did not believe in delirium
If I did not believe in hope
If I did not believe in what I do
If I did not believe in my path
If I did not believe in my sound
If I did not believe in my silence
What would it be
What would the hammer be without a quarry
A jumble of strings and sinews
A jumble of flesh and wood
An instrument without better glows
Than little lights set up for the stage
What would it be - my love - what would it be
What would the hammer be without a quarry
A front man for the traitor of applause
A servant of the past in a new cup
An eternalizer of gods of the sunset
Joy boiled with rags and sequins
What would it be - my love - what would it be
What would the hammer be without a quarry
What would it be - my love - what would it be
What would the hammer be without a quarry
If I did not believe in the hardest
If I did not believe in desire
If I did not believe in what I believe
If I did not believe in something pure
If I did not believe in every wound
If I did not believe in the one who follows me
If I did not believe in what it hides
Becoming brothers with life
If I did not believe in who listens to me
If I did not believe in what hurts
If I did not believe in what remains
If I did not believe in what fights
What would it be