the land is the mother of a tender crop the corn will grow with the shining sun i ve seen a believer i ve seen moses wear red in my answer to their prayers i pray to the dead i came in november to the date in my name i followed a young man down the river of pain i drank form his tears quenched the thirst in my bones then i played his heartbeat and he gave me his soul listen to the woman at the bottom of the sea floating in her hair there is a reflection o me
['latin alternative', 'musica indigena latinoamericana', 'nuevo folklore mexicano', 'oaxaca indie', 'trova']