A keresés eredménye

At your feet

You found the way
the blessed way
and we meet again
Nailed in the wood
like the Christ that it was
the show must go on
It's the life of the artist
it turns you pessimistic
and there's little you can do
A new conquer
the masochist part
that doesn't want to be convinced
 
And again I'm at your feet
And again I'm at your feet
 
You were around
like a beast on the loose
the footprints won't get lost
It's about a moment
so insignificant
the wick is on again
It's about the destiny
the crossroads
the mysteries of love
The masochist part
sorry if I insist
the pray that falls again
 

Carts of my city

I know you don't see them
because they're in the deceitfulness
of a city without memory
without time for its history
They load as much as they can
and also what they can't
swaying to the swinging
of their invisible dreams
 
Carts of my city, chamarrita1 that names them
Shadows rummaging in the shadow of the harsh reality
Rattles that the wind brings pulled by a horse
A pintabian or a bay trotting on the pavement
 
They're searching in the garbage
whatever is good for them
swaying to the swinging
faces with the hardest skin
Like in a strange rite
they don't mind the filth
they find something good
when carts pass by
 
A very powerful man
say it's a shame
and insult to decency
an improper job
He completely missed the mark
because a shame is to steal
shame is not working
to bring the bread to the table
 

• 1. a type of folk music

Fighters in the mud

I no longer remember why we fight
How everything went out of hands
No matter who's to blame
We both know well
It's killing us
 
Days go by, damage report
Months and years go by
It seems to be normal
To stab each other
Besieging each other
 
Life passes behind a chimera
It can happen to anyone
Because in the tunnel of love
There's the fog of pain
Tormenting us
 
We are fighter sin the mud
We are losers to everything
Speeding up till the end
Like in a crazy carnival
Missing each other
 
We are fighter sin the mud
First the finger, then the elbow
The bitter and the sweet
Speeding up till the end
Missing each other
 

Lost hearts

I know words are gone with the wind
but I did what I could to make you happy
but this life is not made of dreams
and you don't want to see it
and you don't want to see it
 
It happens what always happens with people
they're made of a way and they can't be changed
and it takes a life to try to understand it
and you don't want to see it
and you don't want to see it
 
I've seen so many, so many lost souls
I've seen them wandering in the city
and it's where you'll end if you run out of luck
and you don't want to see it
and you don't want to see it
 
I know the truth has many ways
but in any case, what matters the truth
if the lost hearts are only two
and you don't want to see it
and you don't want to see it
 
if the lost hearts are only two
and you don't want to see it