I give thanks to death for teaching me to live, for inviting me to go out to decipher my fate well, taking my strong hand, filling it with life, it is how evil takes care of me because the present clings to me. After dying my war, today I am reborn grateful. After dying my war, today I am reborn grateful. I give thanks to the flowers, to the aroma of jasmine, for inviting me to the garden where sorrows cry, drinking the sacred liquors of our land. The sorrow is finally buried and I give myself to joy. I could not know who I am, but not falling scares me. I could not know who I am, but not falling... Oh, that does scare me. Death, having looked at death, is that today I walk life with faith and the soul lit. Death, having looked at death, is that today I value the love that is born in me forever. Palm trees, Canaverales, the beaches of Veracruz, gave strength to the light that had lost to Rautales. In dust of minerals and stars I became, and the sky that I discovered today dazzles me with life. I danced so grateful that I offered my death to God. I danced so grateful that I offered my death to God. Death, having looked at death, is that today I walk life with faith and the soul lit. Death, having looked at death, is that today I value the love that is born in me forever. Death, having looked at death, is that today I walk life with faith and the soul lit. Death, having looked at death, is that today I value the love that is born in me forever. I danced so grateful that I offered my death to God. I offered my death to God. I danced so grateful that I offered my death to God. I danced so grateful that I offered my death to God. I dance so grateful that I offered my death to God. I danced so grateful that I offered my death to God. I danced so grateful that I offered my death to God. I danced so grateful that I offered my death to God. I danced so grateful that I offered my death to God.