between sleipnir’s breaths.

mais uma qualquer

Not forever on Earth, only a little while here
Be it jade, it shatters
Be it gold, it breaks
Be it a quetzal feather, it tears apart
Not forever on Earth, only a little while here

Like a painting, we will be erased
Like a flower, we will dry up here on Earth
Like plumed vestments of the precious bird
That precious bird with the agile neck
We will come to an end

He goes the way singing, offering flowers
And the words rain down
Like jade and quetzal plumes
Is this what pleases the Giver of Life?
Is that the only truth on Earth?

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