Mia Salazar
Mantas - Acto 1. La muerte

In this second single, Mia Salazar emerges as the secret daughter of Nick Cave and Rocío Jurado: a voice that carries the dark, narrative weight of a gothic ballad alongside the visceral, raw heartbreak of a Spanish folk icon. The result is a sonic experience that manages to be icy, cozy, and desperate all at once.'Mantas - Acto 1: La muerte' is part of a broader project exploring the parts of ourselves we lose when we leave home. This open-hearted ballad was written during the long Nordic nights, capturing the 'winter of the soul'—a place where paths freeze and the way back becomes unreachable.The song’s roots trace back to 1979, when Mia’s mother arrived in Spain from Mexico. She spent her first winter shivering, claiming that no blanket (manta) could cure the chill of having left behind her language, her family, and her art. Mia draws from this legacy to explore the 'purgatory of identities'—that place where accents are forgotten.'We forget our accents when we stop speaking our language. We lose the vocabulary, the expressions; our identities intersect. We give up the correct pronunciation of our own names. We turn to stone until music gives us back the way home.'

CreditsWritten by Mia Salazar in April 2025, in Hamburg.Recorded between 25-28 of April in Mälarhöjden Social Club studios, Stockholm
Additional backing vocals recorded by Mia Salazar in Studio 13, HamburgVocals: Mia Salazar
Piano: Mia Salazar
Drums: Simon Caringer
Synths: Mia Salazar & Simon Caringer
Backing vocals: Mia Salazar and Simon CaringerRecorded by Simon Caringer
Produced by Simon Caringer and Mía Salazar
Mastered by Yves RousselVideoclip directed, produced and edited by Mia SalazarCover photograph by Marc Sirisi

LyricsSe me ha olvidao hasta mi nombre
Se me ha perdido la lengua
Se me ha olvidao hasta el acento
Desde que estoy en la guerraEstoy haciendo esto muy duro
Tan duro que ya no se rompe
Tan duro que no siento nada
Tan duro que vive en el norteTú ya lo sabes
Se llenan las calles de hielo y no hay mantas
Para tapar esta noche tan triste, tan fría y tan largaSe me han muerto los dos gatos
Los he visto por las fotos
Echo de menos la riera
El patio y las azucenasEstoy haciendo esto muy duro
Tan duro que ya no se rompe
Tan duro que no siento nada
Tan duro que vive en el norteTú ya lo sabes
Se llenan las calles de hielo y no hay mantas
Para tapar esta noche tan triste, tan fría y tan larga