Myth, Legend

The flakes of white, and very light 
Just like the drops of frigid night 
That keeps me holding on so tight 
In the desert of Matehuala. 
It's windy and I don't know where 
it's taking me, not here nor there 
I'm lost, it seems, for all I care 
In the desert of Matehuala. 
There's only one requiem for this 
Let Heaven's frosty cry desist 
When the dead return to their abyss 
In thegraveyard of Matehuala. 
Here, it says: 
"I'll send the best of me 
Where men wish to be; 
Even though I'll never find 
The world I left behind."

When it Snows in Mexico