Six men from Oaxaca region, Mexico - Dios Nunca Muere

What we have here is six men on marimba playing a song that traces is roots back to late-1800s Oaxaca, Mexcio.

Wikipedia offers a crappy translation of the lyrics imitated by the marimba here, so I'll just give it to you straight:

Muere el sol en los montes
Con la luz que agoniza,
Pues la vida en su prisa,
Nos conduce a morir.

Pero no importa saber
Que voy a tener el mismo final,
Porque me queda el consuelo
Que Dios nunca morirá.

Voy a dejar las cosas que amé
La tierra ideal que me vio nacer,
Sé que después habré de gozar
La dicha y la paz, Que en Dios hallaré.

Sé que la vida empieza
En donde se piensa
Que la realidad termina
Sé que Dios nunca muere
Y que se conmueve
Del que busca su beatitud

Sé que una nueva luz
Habrá de alcanzar nuestra soledad
Y que todo aquel que llega a morir
Empieza a vivir una eternidad.

I find it very sad that this is the anthem of Oaxaca, especially given that Oaxaca likely has the highest rate of violent crime of any city in Mexico even today. Isn't this track such a great exhibit to demonstrate the point of music is, though?  We're pairing a waltz with marimbas to tell a story of necessary and heart-breaking abandonment of our home, to show pride in where we're from, but also to show our resolve to make a better life.  A marimba can only sound so dark, and the swell in dynamics (remember when we were allowed to have dynamics in recordings?) give this a resolve, despite the general sense of anguish throughout.  This is a waltz, after all.  FYI, waltzes exist for those composers who are going through some stuff but are too passive aggressive to go full on requiem.  How often have you heard a waltz that didn't make you feel guilty for feeling any life contentment?

Dios Nunca Muere, God never dies, so we will move forward.