A keresés eredménye oldal 28

So as to name you wherever

In!
 
It's over!
 
Good!
 

I suffer without you

Recitation:
 
Today I sense that there in heaven
my mom is watching me
as asking and pleading
that my guitar does not fall silent.
 
I entered the thickest hill
to look for you vidala,
I only compare you
with the most loved woman.
 
Singing:
 
I suffer because you walk away
great is my pain.
I have decided to forget you:
I can not, my love.
 
Sad, very sad I stay
thinking about your love
 
Love of my life,
where may it be?
In vain I look for you so much,
you will not come back.
 
Sad, very sad I stay
thinking about your love
 
Days go by and go by.
What will be of me?
I only live in constant suffering:
I can not live.
 
Sad, very sad I stay
thinking about your love.
 

For love

Sixto:
 
Sing even a chacarera, man!
 
The other person replies:
 
For love, for pain, how do you want (it)?
 
Sixto:
 
For love ckancka mishquiecka (sweet barbecue)!
 
The other person replies:
 
Then that the first one comes!
 
Other!
 
In!
 
Singing:
 
Little velvet eyes
little red carnation mouth,
if you are already committed
give me your answer.
 
If your arms were jail
and your chest dungeon,
if I were a prisoner,
what a joyful prisoner!
 
I had a dream last night,
last night I dreamy again,
I dreamt I was in your arms
without being able to wake up.
 
I've ordered that you bury me
sat when I die
so that the people tell you:
'He died but he awaits you'.
 
Recitation:
 
The eyes of my brunette
are so big and so beautiful
that they don't deserve to cry
but that they're cried over.
 
Oh!
 
The other!
 
Force!
 
Singing:
 
I put my hand inside my pocket
I take out a purple ribbon,
if for you I lose my life
I say I don't lose anything.
 
To the river I threw a handkerchief
with five bouquets of flowers
they have half a lily
which is the flower of my loves.
 
Come on! come on!
 
Seven leagues I have run,
lass, just to see you again,
wet me with your charms
that I'm dying of thirst.
 
It's over!
 
The eyes have their girls,
the girls have their eyes,
behind the eyes of the girl
the lines of my eyes go.
 

Peasant Christmas carol

¡Chacarera yaya huahuitackay!
 
Chacarera for the little child, God!
 
Hey, very beautiful!
 
Get deep into it!
 
Sacha mamas ckasamuni
maypichus nacerahuacka
chakraishtachanckachispa
 
nian mana churinanpa.
 
From the hill I am looking for
the birth of the child
and the light of that star
is indicating me the way.
 
Sachas sisastapa amuni
adorna purisinanpa
ñahuinki charikichuani
canchachi kutin kikin llata.
 
Just there!
 
I take the flower of the hill for you
to decorate his cot,
I already see his eyes shine
because the moon illuminates him.
 
And the missing one comes!
 
There it goes!
 
Mishtol, chañar, algarroba
sandia, melo, zapallo,
huachuska pesebre kipin
nacin kikin canta gallo.
 
Mishtol, chañar, carob
melon, watermelon, pumpkin
hung from his crèche,
he's been born, the cock already sings.
 
Apurana purisckani
horn kikispa sisasckan
and premiata papusckani
ckaypi huahuita cantascka.
 
I'm hurrying my step,
I'm cutting more flowers,
as a prize I'm taking
these little singing children for him.
 

What a beautiful dream I dreamed

Akushu llaricku cari y tuta*
 
Yes my friend llaricko!
 
Get deep into it!
 
In!
 
I had dreamed of a child:
Jesus of Nazareth
he had been born in my hometown
what a beautiful dream I dreamed!
 
I also dreamed that the little child Jesus was born in Atamishqui*.
 
My uncles, the peasants,
they put the child at their feet
like a miracle in my town
oh, dream of love is He!
 
Very beautiful, Marcelito!
 
Very cute, Marcelito!
 
I bring you goat milk,
of the little donkey blue alfalfa,
also a pair of carob
for the little kid Jesus.
 
It's finishing!
 
It's over!
 
For, the dream that I've had
Jesus of Nazareth
had been born in Santiago
what a beautiful dream I dreamed!
 
Very beautiful, Marcelito!
 
And that comes the missing one!
 
There goes the missing one!
 
Let's get deep into it!
 
In!
 
I hit two axes, Maria,
and with the river my bread
I bring you a silver moon
and a flower of foam and salt.
 
Very sweet, oh!
 
How nice, Marcelito!
 
I am melero*, Mrs,
I have a honey clown,
the bouquets of trill
that in a cup I found.
 
My name is Marcelito
I found him the child God
that only cradle, quebracho
and a sun papaya tree.
 
It's finishing!
 
It's over!
 
For, the dream that I've had
Jesus of Nazareth
had been born in Santiago*
what a beautiful dream I dreamed!
 
Very sweet!
 

Gone times

Let's get started!
 
I was born there and there I was just raised,
my ranch is made of straw and mud
and there my past sleeps.
 
Talvesteando the junales
a little path was lost,
the smoke of its bend
my child may have gotten lost there.
 
In the palm of a quimil
I left my name noted down
in case one day I don't come back
so as the field doesn't forget me.
 
Gentlemen, I'm Junquero
I am creole and peasant
at my home the fortune,
the land where I've been born.
 
Amunchulla chusajnencka.
 
Yaykuyku!
 
As much as I go far
I will never forget
Posongo great heart
beautiful dust cloud.
 
Beautiful Posongo! Posondeños!
 
I am mishquilo because the river
has given me his surname,
you are so nice being dry
and you're so bad being enlarged.
 
I remember the little paths
where I used to go through,
I remember my gone times
and I sing so as not to crying.
 
Gentlemen I am Santiagueño
I don't deny my corner,
I am a sachero, hard tongue,
I speak when there is occasion to do so.
 

Happy hearts

Happy hearts!
 

Chacarera for my return

I left my singing land
in order to visit other places,
I go there through the roads
but my soul is in Santiago.
 
Since then I live alone
on the streets of life,
silent shadows that pass by,
guitars full of wounds.
 
Guitar full of wounds
and a song inside my chest is crying, crying.
 
When I go back
I don't know how nor when
the flame there shall tell you
how much I've longed for you.
 
From your distance to mine
there is a wooden cross,
a rose that you have left
and a dance of chacareras.
 
And a dance of chacareras
under this starry sky
where the drums sing like the cocuyos
with the wind and the sachayo.
 
And when sleeping, the night falls
over the foam of the river
on the wings of an ochkobo
so as not to die of coldness.
 
When I go back
I don't know how nor when
the flame there shall tell you
how much I've longed for you.
 

Santiago del Estero

In Santiago I met
a flower that perfumes my life.
Due to her charm I got lost,
due to her love, due to her passion.
 
I loved her so much
and I adored her sincerely
that in heartfelt serenade
I sang to her under the balcony
with all my love
with emotion and faith.
 
Santiago, old town of the ship
don't believe if I'm get happy
that maybe I will forget you,
I always remember with love
that it was on your streets that I lived an illusion.
 
And looking at the old river, the bridge over there,
I understood that in my memory you will not die.
How much emotion is to contemplate
your eucalyptus, your July sun,
four centuries of lineage,
mother of cities, you are my illusion!
 

Only the quebracho wept

The shadow rolled up
next to the eaves of the ranch.
 
It was a hot summer,
of those Santiago has.
 
And north wind day
they had scorched the pastures.
 
That's why Juan very early
along with his little boy
had gotten into the hill
to fight with the quebracho (to struggle with the labor of cutting its wood).
 
To cut and to carve the post
his daily work
although it was a hard trade
but he had inherited it
and with his farmer ax
he was almost an artisan.
 
Suddenly the little boy arrived
running to the ranch yard
and shouting 'Mum, my tata (father) has hurt himself!'
with a fierce and deep cut
the tata (father) remained there bleeding.
 
And thus almost without words
without sighs they arrived
there in a clearing of the hill
there was a half carved post
there was the ax with blood
and John lying by its side,
he had kept a few words,
it was to tell them something:
'Do not worry, I tell you, today you stop being a little child.
There you have my ax, look after it. You shall take care of your brothers. '
It was the last thing he said
and his voice gradually began to fade.
 
The sun was up
like a ember breaking.
two glances met,
none of them shed tears
because one has to go on with one's the life
to cut and to carve the post
and more if the fate has wanted
make a man of that little boy,
I'm sure that day
only the quebracho wept!
 

Be a Hero! opening (Portuguese Portugal)

Searching for the solution
Be the best in the mission
You're destined for power and glory
You have everything in your hand
A new story will be told
 
Be a hero! Be a hero!
The power that you have is here
With courage, yes, you'll be a hero
The future of the world is in your hands
 
Pokémon!
 

Carnavalito

They call me 'Quebradeño'
because I was born in La Quebrada.
Carnavalito of my love,
all the circle come dance.
 
Because I'm like my hills,
tanned by the stream!
Carnavalito of my love,
all the circle come dance.
 
Carna-carnavalito, little, little heart,
because I'm unhappy,
I live crying, crying.
Pum, pum carnavalito
      all the people come dance, carnavalito
 
By the water spring the thirst to live,
the thirst to travel, are put out.
At the carnival there is honey to calm
the thirst of a love that makes me cry.
 
Carna-carnavalito, little, little heart,
because I'm unhappy,
I live crying, crying.
Pum, pum carnavalito
      all the people come dance, carnavalito
 
Little dove without a dovecot,
a bad wind broke you
Carnavalito that will heal
with good herb of the heart.
 
Lay-la la la la-la la la la la
      Carnavalito of my love,
      all the circle come dance.
 
Carna-carnavalito, little, little heart,
because I'm unhappy,
I live crying, crying.
Pum, pum carnavalito
      all the people come dance, carnavalito
Carnavalito…
 

Erotic hymn

Between your two divine lips
The eternal life elixir drips
Oh! let me drink, oh! let me drink
Living to love you is all I think
 
Instead of elixir of life
Poison you give me, bitter wine
You know how much do I love you
That’s why you hurt me, hurt me you
 
You love somebody, so I hear
Why do you torture me my dear?
Give me your poison, yes you can
I ‘ll lose my life, you ‘ll smile again
 

From zero to hero

Herc it is, he got grace
The fan group after him is endless now
His nonstop victories are unbeliavable
Monsters are on a strike, his power is boundless
 
He was nothing
That zero, zero
Now he's the boss
Like a hero
 
The dude's a ten, not a nine
And he rushed from zero to hero
He came from zero to hero
 
Come now to yell
'Ooh' and 'aah'
This face always sells
Now you can get some junk
 
When he has so much profit
Herc is a rich man now
Finally he's the most beautiful, the bravest
Always knowing everything about his wages
 
Amen hey, again he won
The young cutie knows no nights
Come already and see him
People pay from the man's excellent muscles
 
Hercules arrives, looks, wins
The audience is cheering, horns are played
As he wins with persistence
And from zero to hero, he's not afraid
From zero to hero, hooray-hey!
 
Who's the greatest of the greatest?
Hercules
Did you hear, he's the coolest of the day?
Hercules
The bravest, there's no other one
Sweet, there's no one like him
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
 
His nonstop victories are unbeliavable
He's bathing in them
He got it all
But still is not proud
 
He was nothing
Zero, zero
Now he's the boss
Like a hero
 
The audience stood up
And from zero to hero
That's what he is
Now he's a hero
 
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The Washerwomen

Cumbia!
How delightful!
How delightful!
 
A richman sustains himself with money
The washerwoman, with dirt
She resigns herself to looking at
Clothes on the clothesline
 
Happily she waits for summer
She asks God for it not to rain
So that she may dry
Her clientele's laundry
 
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
 
¡María Cristina!
...
How delightful!
How delightful!
 
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
She takes the laundry out to dry
And on Monday morning
The black woman is washing laundry again
 
Every now and then, some tobacco
To reduce the sopping
Also to forget those sorrows
Which life has left her with
 
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
 
Cumbia!
...
 
Her boss is soap
Her office is in the ravine
Her future is in her hands
Which are always wet
 
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
 
Old Man Beto!
Don't you go saying later
That I didn't
Invite you to my party!
 

Hero

My aura is the color of this heavenly dome
I walk on the earth, and it's not round
My hair - It is my temple
My speech is controlled by Brahman
 
I am the emanation of potassium, the fiend
Child of the cold, the culprit
I am your brother's sister, and your father's wife
I give strength to you, from beginning to end
 
What is Krishna? It's you and me
Even when you don't look, I look at you.
And if you felt it, then you're just a hero
I bow to you, I follow you.
When your knees vanish, and your forehead hits your legs
This forbidden word, love.
And I beg your forgiveness, and I all but beg for your forgiveness
And if you suddenly die first.
 
And if you felt it, then you're just a hero
I love you, I'm coming for you.
And if you felt it, then you're just a hero
I love you, I'm coming for you.
And if you felt it, then you're just a hero
I love you, I'm coming for you.
And if you felt it, then you're just a hero
I love you.
 
yeag

There is life

Look into my eyes
There isn't anything to hide
I will never be ready as you want
All this rain is burning my soul
Give me another day I won't stop
We'll do together this trip
Everything makes sense and belongs to us
 
There is life, you know, again
Love is renewed
We'll restart together
There isn't just only one direction
for us
for us
 
I feel warm sun
and if you will be my energy
I won't stop
We'll do together this trip
Everything makes sense and belongs to us
 
There is life, you know, again
Love is renewed
We will build it together
There isn't just only one direction
 
If you have a dream and it doesn't end
or everything is true
ours is a bet
between two fires which come together
I'd swear that another life in two is possible
 
There is life, you know, again
Love is renewed
We'll restart together
There isn't just only one direction
for us
 
There is life
There is life
There is life
 

Life's Here !

Gaze into the eyes of mine
I don't have a thing to hide
Never shall i have everything, the way you wish
This cold storm , within the soul is callin me
You offer me another day , y won't stop
 
This Journey
That we started , has
it's meaning, and it's for us
 
Life's here, waitin for us
Also a love that's refound
For starting as one
Not only there's a road' for
The two of us , the two of us
 
I sense a warm sun if you add
You, that energy , i'm not turnin away
This journey That we started , has
the feels' of yours and it's ours
 
Life's here, waitin for us
Also a love that's refound
For starting as one
Not only a road' now
 
Doesn't matter
If we dream, or is real
We bet
On two flames that unite
I promise to you , that toghether
there's a posible livin
 
Life's here, waitin for us
Also a love that's refound
For starting as one
Not only a road' for
The two of us , the two of us
 
Life's here
Life's here
Life's here!!
 

The First One Is Always Free

Versions: #4
Was born with trouble in my blood
Do the sort of things I shouldn’t
Can’t ever just stand by
I lack the patience
Oh I never get any further
When I thought what I did
Oh I never get any further
When I thought what I did
 
It costs nothing in the beginning
It’ll always be expensive in the end
In the end
The first one is always free
And it’ll always be expensive in the end
In the end
 
Always stand first in all the ranks
I dare to when nobody believes it
I throw it away and start again
I run from my anxiety
And I don’t judge anyone anymore
What they thought and what they did
 
It costs nothing in the beginning
It’ll always be expensive in the end
In the end
And the first one is always free
But it’ll always be expensive in the end
In the end
 
The first time, the first kiss
The first dream is so easy to catch
 
The first lie, the first blow
The first disappointment that may always be regretted
 
Was born with trouble in my blood
 
First one, first one is always free
First one, first one is always free
First one, first one is always free
First one, first one is always free
 

(Love) Confession

I am suffering by every move you make
I thought I knew you, but I don't
In every sight of yours, in every glance of yours
There is a truth and a lie, what can I say.
Love with you is a mystery.
The passion and the lust in your body
Every doubt of me relieve
And I have the feeling we are the only lovers.
 
I am burning sweet in your flame
I feel like a God in your body
I'm transforming into smoke that circles you with a kiss
And touches you every moment
 
Your shape is a sign on my mind.
It fills my gap* every night.
My undying love**
I have learn to pay for your mistakes, what can I say....
 
I'm burning sweet in your flame
I feel like a God in your body
I'm transforming into smoke that circles you with a kiss
And touches you every moment.
 
'It's mercy, compassion and forgiveness I lack, not rationality...'

The priest

Listen, darling ,I've been told
that right in the middle of the day
a priest is coming to visit you
and he eats all my food
 
No, my husband, no
don't be imprudent
'cause this priest is coming , my husband,
to pray the rosary
 
Listen, darling ,I've been told
that right in the middle of the night
a priest is coming to visit you
who likes (long) car rides
 
No, my husband, no
don't be imprudent
'cause this priest is coming , my husband,
to pray the rosary
 
Listen, darling ,I've been told
that right in the middle of the night
a priest is coming to visit you
who likes (long) car rides
 
(Chorus)
 
Who would be the owner of the house
who follows you to the priest
and when coming to his doorstep
the door would just open?
 
(Chorus)
 
Listen, darling ,I've been told
that right in the middle of the day
a priest is coming to visit you
and he eats all my food
 
(Chorus)
 
And the priest told her
what was again, I can't remember
turn off the light, my god
that the day is coming
 
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The love bonds

You get confused when you look at us
'cause God created the three of us who look like one
Despite the same appearance
deep down inside we are different
(We are different)
Our journys began together
who knows where they will end
each of us will have their own path
 
The bonds of love are bonding our emotions
of three sisters who were born almost at the same time
Our hope for the things that lightens up our dreams
(We hope) nobody could detach the love bonds
that the three of us are having in our blood
 
You get confused when you look at us
'cause God created the three of us who look like one
Despite the same appearance
deep down inside we are different
(We are different)
Our journys began together
who knows where they will end up
each of us will have their own path
 
The bonds of love are bonding our emotions
of three sisters who were born almost at the same time
Our hope for the things that lightens up our dreams
(We hope) nobody could detach the love bonds
that the three of us are having in our blood
 
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If you love me, come make love to me

If you love me, come make love to me
If you love me, come make love to me
Come now that I want you, I want you so much
There's nothing else for me on earth
Only you
Your body
My boy, don't speak
Just undress if you love me
 
If you love me, come make love to me
If you love me, come make love to me
To room 457
With the lights on, and open eyes
 
Zombies,
Ectoplasms --humans
Zombies, zombies
My dead roommates
That have built me inside
An inhumane, dark city
Zombies, zombies
That rule our life
That circle us and almost tough us
In the land of the zombies
Do something to stay alive
Alive
 
If you love me, come make love to me
If you love me, come make love to me
Come now that I want you, I want you so much
There's nothing else for me on earth
Only you
Your body
My boy, don't speak
Just undress if you love me
 

Do you know my love?

I am in love with your eyes
I am in love with your body
I am in love with your promise, do you know my love?
I am in love with your promise, my beloved sweetheart
 
She left her house, my love went to the upland
The shephards let the sheep loose on the grazing land
I became a sunflower on the land, do you know my love?
I became a sunflower on the stem, do you know my love?
 
I am in love with your eyes
I am in love with your body
I am in love with your promise, do you know my love?
I am in love with your promise, my beloved sweetheart
 
My love you are a flower, I am a nightingale
I look for you in the meadows and the mountains,
I die for your smell, do you know my love?
I die for your smell, my beloved sweetheart
 
I am in love with your eyes
I am in love with your body
I am in love with your promise, do you know my love?
I am in love with your promise, my beloved sweetheart
 

Energy

Get out from your house calculate your steps
People that saw you should say 'Wow'!
A little smile, if you have that in your mood
Don't stop. Only faultline won't break:
Energy, energy
And a little bit synergy
There is a life out there
Need some fun
 
All of your friends
Just a call away
Call,don't stop
Need some fun
 
Should lay in the sand
Should enjoy it
It would be good
If we just burn a little bit
No worry
The life is always the same
So you should change it
Look a little bit positive
 

Ephemeral

There is no one like you
Capable of making me cross
The threshold of sense and rationality
Capable of giving me so much and take away everything from me
 
The most beautiful and unique flower ever seen
The most scarce and coveted
Who of us two could imagine
That it would be so ephemeral?
 
Tears won't make
Everything the way it was
Forgive me if I call you love
But if I should be sincere
I have tried everything and I can't
 
The most beautiful and unique flower ever seen
The most scarce and coveted
Who of us two could imagine
That it would be so ephemeral?
 
I shouted as loud as I could
But there was no one there listening
Tired and without any more strength
I'm falling exhausted towards the void
 
Who of us two could imagine
That it would be so ephemeral?
 
The most beautiful and unique flower ever seen
The most scarce and coveted
Who of us two could imagine
That it would be so ephemeral?
 

Chacarera Of The Handsome

An old man gave me a word of advice:
to deserve
go around the square
before nightfall.
 
Rounds and rounds went by
several days and even a month,
eight pairs of espadrilles
but not one woman.
 
They already tell me gold crins
velay, what impudence
they get scared of seeing me alone
if that is already stubbornness.
 
Chorus
To those who say are called 'ugly'
do not let youselves be convinced
Christian´s ideas
different ways of seeing
 
II
That's why I live alone
alone and without a love,
the glasses are my friends
and the night club is my wife.
 
Lies that I'm so ugly
envy they shall have of me,
it is enough that one stands out
for them to want to sweep you.
 
Lies that I'm so ugly
that I can´t get a woman,
the causes I know them
these are times of scarcity
 

Excuse me

Versions: #2
Excuse me if you don´t understand what I sing,
maybe we speak different languages.
You always complain about these little corners of the world and I,
and I love and admire our people *(folks).
 
You always squander sunrises
talking about he skyies of other lands,
on the contrary I start my day *(journey)
happy that I am under these stars.
 
Excuse me if you don´t understand me,
Excuse me if I don´t understand you.
You speak through other people´s mouth
and I,
and I am the echo of my nation *(people)
 
Excuse me if I say in my way,
you sow rancour and I *(sow) hope,
you envy the others their flag
and I adore my light blue and white (flag, the Argentinian one).
 
I am like the ovenbird and I rebel,
my homeland is my and I defend it!
On the contrary you *(plural pronoun in this case) are like the thrushs
that want to brood in other´s nest.
 

The New Human

[Verse 1]
I launched horses
To ace the big days
I have gofled streams
And until then they run
I started fathoms
to daring rides
I got stars going
And until then they mark
 
[Chorus]
I am water and I drift
Human is too much
I am water there on the shore
Human is galloping
I am water, the heights
The dreams,the ideals
I see from above and I get up
The new Man ( Human)
[ or maybe the Modern Human]
 
[Verse 2]
I played shakes
I blew bushfires ( wildfires)
I planted comets
And until then they grow
I gave the rivers
the way to the sea
I turned away the pass,
And until then i hope
 
Aatteezzii

Stone Houses

Franzisca’s1eyes,
big and glittering,
are like a fresh fountain
is hot days.
 
Zosepe2would like
to go back to youth,
he would offer his chest
to stormy winds.
 
The dancer is leaping
with her feet in the air
like a filly,
light in the wind.
 
Mr. Zosepe Ispanta
dances with Franzischedda,3
she’s a young girl
and he’s in his eighties.
 
The moon, with silver eyes,
is flooding the stone houses.
 
Atzara,4an attraction
for all painters,
renewed among the villages
for its lovely flowers.
 
Atzara, beautiful sister
of the unlucky ones,
shining like a star
in cloudy skies.
 
Franzisca’s eyes,
big and glittering,
are like a fresh fountain
is hot days.
 
Zosepe would like
to go back to youth,
he would offer his chest
to stormy winds.
 
The moon, with silver eyes,
is flooding the stone houses.
 

• 1. Frances
• 2. Joseph
• 3. Little Frances
• 4. A mountain village in inner Sardinia

Osposidda

Fire flares,
five cold corpses:
they painted the place in red
in cursed hours.
 
Heavy bullets have fallen
amidst thyme fronds.
Who will mourn for you,
dead of Osposidda?
 
Blindly, weapons
have burned the flowers:
the obsequies are denied
to the unlucky ones.
 
A last sparkle
goes out in the well:
who will mourn for you,
dead of Osposidda?
 
Honking the horn, they carry
you around till the highway:
men are treated like
skins of wild boars.
 
The mercy sucked
a bitter breast:
who will mourn for you,
dead of Osposidda?
 
Warm blood is gushing
from your heart:
not even a gold medal
you’ve got, Vincent.
 
They are crying in sobs
children and wife:
who will mourn for you,
dead of Osposidda?
 
How long will it take,
still, my brother,
before we’ll come out
of barbarity?
 
And the women of the village
won’t sing the dirge anymore?
Who will mourn for you,
dead of Osposidda?
 
Brother!
 

And I still love you

Every time that I hold you in my arms.
that I look into your eyes, that I hear your voice
and that I think of my life in pieces,
the pay of all I do for you,
I ask myself: ¿why don't I end up
with so much affliction, with so much grief?
If next to you I don't have any future.
¿why don't I pull out this love from my heart?
 
¿Why
if you lie once,
if you lie once again,
and again you lie...?
 
¿Why
I embrace you again,
I kiss you again
even if you make me suffer?
 
I know
that your love is a wound,
that it is the cross of my life
and my perdition.
 
Why
do I torture myself for you,
and my anguish for you
is worse every time?
 
And why,
with my soul in peaces,
I embrace to your arms
if you don't love me?
 
I can't live the way I live..
I know it, I understand it with all reason,
if next to you I only receive
the bitter caress of your compassion.
even though... why don't I shout
that it's all a lie, a lie your love,
and why do I need your love
lf I only find in it torture and grief?