El deguello

There's  no glory  in dying .

You just have to do your duty 

and what is right  for the soul .

Then you'll find rest under the big trees.

To fulfill one's life is to know how to leave .

 Deguello is the dagger's  sharp  song 

The melody of the muezzin on the Cordoba remparts ,

the ruddy spring quenching  the thirst of the gods .

Men  who despise  rats and crows kill without hatred .

Those about to fall ,look each other in the eye 

with  the calm of acceptance .

After the deguello call  none will survive 

in the ruins of the monastery .

Fate of the sacrificed lovers of life 

who will perish ...

 Women who will give birth to  generations 

 don't hear  the trumpet of deguello .

  It's a piece played for silent  guys .

'' Son ,a mexican bayonet will pierce my heart 

in this place dedicated to the lord ,whose name is Alamo ,

my spirit now at peace with the message of deguello ,

I'm  going to join the green leaves of summer ! ''

 

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