A keresés eredménye

Like the sachero cat

I'm like the cat of the hill
who knows where my cave is?
If amidst pastures, thickets
by quebrachales or breñas
but if you know how to love me
you shall find me, my lady (litteraly: my owner)
 
Look for me in the thick hill (wood),
don't look for me in the footprint,
that love has its bends
where the souls meet.
 
Hunteress of my life
I wait for you in my lair.
 
My heart like ulúa
and fragrant open flower
quischcaloro bursting
little pigeons that wake up.
 
Come on, if you forget me
my pains become thorns.
 
In the thick vegetation of the hill (wood)
nobody knows my complaints
any branch shelters me,
If greed encloses me
I just fear the cold
of your forgetfulness and your absence.
 
But give me your love
to join our paths
that in the breñal of life
my pain turns into love.
 
My branch stirred with the wind
it seems that it beckons you.
 
My nails keep caresses,
my eyes drops of stars,
the night sings in murmurs
the beats of my wait.
 
And the tree of my lair
will have a new flower with you.
 

Song of remoteness

In my nights I see you in each star
and I call you and I look for you among dreams,
I break the promise that I recorded in my chest
and I return to the memory of when I loved you yesterday.
 
Love and hatre fight in my blood
in order to keep you or to burn you in their fires
all my reasons take you away from my life,
but there are so many wounds that you come back again.
 
Love, love of yesterday
my verses shout what I feel
and the moment that I live when remembering you
while I implore more light (hope) for my fortune (luck)
always looking for true love,
true love...
 
In my chest for my hopes
I have open the way again,
so the happiness that went away returns
and in another spring blooms love,
from failure I want to erase its shadows,
its ghosts of doubts and pains
and on another sky the star of my dream
will light my heart, happy again.
 
Love, love of yesterday
my verses shout what I feel
and the moment that I live when remembering you
while I implore more light (hope) for my fortune (luck)
always looking for true love,
true love...
 

The natural spring

Since I knew how to love I guessed
that God had created you for me.
Since you were seen on the same way where I went through
being sure I was going to find you, I looked for you.
 
Surrendered at your soles I understood
that my soul was in front of you,
I loved you from the moment I saw you
I love you and while I live I will love you.
 
As the stream returned to the natural spring
the waters of the sea will never come out,
it is the destiny that God gave us:
that our souls will not separate from each other.
 
The sea can indeed run between both of us,
the sea can indeed burn between the two,
our souls can indeed not exist,
but our love shall never die!
 
It is the destiny that God gave us,
that our souls will not separate from each other.
 

Looking for oblivion

Heart give me your strength
that everything is grinding me*,
I'm going to tell you the causes
for which I am constantly suffering.
 
A love was born in my chest
and I felt so beloved,
but I never imagined
that the promises are forgotten.
 
I don´t know what will have happened
if he loved me with madness,
he left on the ways of oblivion
and that is all my bitterness.
 
And if one day in my song
a cry comes up, I ask you:
tell him that for his fault
I live thus, looking for oblivion.
 
There's no night I do not dream with him
nor a day I don´t remember him, and
between night and day
my hopes are lost.
 
This great love that I feel
has become a condemnation,
when I try to forget him
I feel my pain increase.
 
Other loves have arrived
to my wounded heart,
checking that they explain to me
another love like the lost one.
 
That's why if in my song
a cry comes up, I ask you:
tell him that for his fault
I live thus, looking for oblivion.
 

Stiring up my love

For the sun of your laughter
my happiness was born,
in my mouth there is a song
picking* a sweetness,
how small is the chest
is if this is love!
 
Sing, sing, I want to be glad,
that for the sorrows there be no place,
singing my joy again I am,
made a spinning top the heart.
 
Hope that you feel
what I feel!
 
Do not leave me in doubt like this,
get a bit closer to my feeling,
that I´m hardly a sprout
give me your sun kiss.
 
Mature me then the soul,
love cicada!
 
I live drowned in sighs
suffered for you*,
come to me, my life,
do not say no,
that in your brunette mouth
my love burns.
 
There is a new taste in my life
asleep, awake: you are in me,
as the echo of my heart
I have your name in my voice.
 
Silent me with kisses*,
Get me the pain!
 
You have entered my soul without knowing
little folk songs of joyfulness the love,
give me your light of life and warmth
from your stem to my flower.
 
Mature me then the soul,
love cicada!