Amid these heavy rains I feel it, the tremor of the dark
And the sun doesn't want to shine anymore, mute, it's fallen
Because it's lost an earthly star
All our beloved ancestors await you in Mictlan
Tired from not sleeping while protecting us
The sky keeps crying, respect from the god of thunder
And your eyes keep watching us from behind the cave of the underworld
Racing, the icy winds whistle to reach your warm body
You've left us here inside the gray world
You've left us here inside the gray world
Listen; our cries
Smell; our blood in the smoke
I know that now we envy the dead
Leaves perish in their chill to be close to you