vasija de barro

i heard this song as a little boy, it ahs stuck with me, it talks about how a man wants to be buried like his ancestors, in a clay pot, thus taking him back to an ancestral way of going back to pacha mama(mother earth) and it made me realize that even with all the richnes in the worl, we all gonna share the same destiny, and not to sound dark or pessimistic, but i think death is beautiful, because it takes you back to where we all are really from, mother Earth, I love life but death at the same time keeps the cycle going.
below are the lyrics and video, enjoy it and comment on what you think about it

Yo quiero que a mi me entierren
Como a mis antepasados
En el vientro oscuro y fresco
De una vasija de barro

Quando la vida se perda
Tras una cortina de años
Viviran a todo el tiempo
Amores y desengaños

Arcilla cocida y dura,
alma de verdes collados,
luz y sangre de mis hombres,
sol de mis antepasados.

De ti nací y a ti vuelvo,
arcilla, vaso de barro,
con mis muertos yazgo en ti,
en tu polvo enamorado.

I want them to bury me
Like my ancestors
In the dark and cool belly
Of an earthenware pot.

When life loses itself
Behind a curtain of years
Loves and disenchantments
Will live forever.

Clay fired and hard,
soul of green meadows,
light and blood of my men,
sun of my ancestry.

From you I came and to you I return,
clay, earthen vessel,
with my dead I lay in you,
on your lovely dust.