A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Grand Canal

For you, for me
Memories of a city
That one day the high tide
Will steal us forever
 
For you, for me
There was the intimacy
There was the poetry
I’ll live this nostalgia
 
With you, hours and love
The long silences
The circles in the water
 
Then, by destiny
The greatest of loves
Are scattered
Far away
 
For you, for me
The dreams of a harlequin
In the places of ancient lovers
Our melancholies
 
With you, hours and love
The long silences
The circles in the water
 
Then, by destiny
The greatest of loves
Are scattered
Far away
 
Farewell, farewell
Here I leave my life
Fan of a masked ball
That water takes us away
Farewell
 

Happiness Will Come

Happiness will come
We're living in peace
We are born
My joy
To find love
The soul sings
A starry flight
We are good
Good together
Night and day
The light of high love
And luck
Will be together with you
Forever
 
Go away
Sadness and misery
You will find love.
 
Your dream
Will come true again.
 
Happiness will come
We're living in peace
All is well with us
We are good
Good together
Night and day
The light of high love
And luck
Will be together with you
Forever
 
In this world
Love is stronger
In this world
Love is stronger
 

Ray

Where are you, my messenger,
Of solar worlds.
Tell me a secret
Of most brilliant words.
Answer soon,
You hear, I am yelling.
I cannot wait,
I don't want to.
Hey, my ray, don't fear the rainclouds,
Just keep moving and become brighter.
You are a magical key to hearts.
You are alive, my bright ray.
To believe more
In all who love us
A real light is needed
Of happy eyes.
I don't want to believe in
Eternal seperation.
Give me your hand,
As to a ray.
Hey, my ray, don't fear the rainclouds,
Just keep moving and become brighter.
You are a magical key to hearts.
You are alive, my bright ray.
Hey, my ray, don't fear the rainclouds,
Just keep moving and become brighter.
You are a magical key to hearts.
You are alive, my bright ray.
You don't hear me
You are silent in response,
Carrying away
The brightest trail.
I'm not sorry for you.
You see above you
A ray, and the brightest
It is mine.
Hey, my ray, don't fear the rainclouds,
Just keep moving and become brighter.
You are a magical key to hearts.
You are alive, my bright ray.
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey, my ray, don't fear the rainclouds,
Just keep moving and become brighter.
You are a magical key to hearts.
You are alive, my bright ray.
Hey, my ray, don't fear the rainclouds,
Just keep moving and become brighter.
You are a magical key to hearts.
You are alive, my bright ray.
Hey, my ray
 

Oh my friend

Oh my friend
I will sit on a stone, your place in my memory!
I will come to the shore, my call is groaning!
I will call, but if you don't answer
I will scatter the ashes* over my head!
 
Darling, spring has come,
when will you come?
Time to collect thistle flowers** came,
when will you come?
Oh my friend, my friend (4x)
 
I ran to the path
I saw you in joy
Flowers of joy in basket***
Oh my friend, my friend (2x)
 
Oh my friend, my friend (4x)
 
I know since my youth
Pearl wisdom:
There is no life without water
There is no life without love
 
Oh my friend, my friend (4x)
 

Slasher

Versions: #1
When my dad drinks with no company
It turns into a thriller, a horror, and a giallo.
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Happens here with no days off if he drinks alone.
If it's a storm, it's a force 10 gale,
He doesn't even need a leather face,
He's always like that, even when sober, fucked up,
Sweet fucking face, as if Nosferatu's.
 
A natural guru of the visual trash*!
As the evening approaches, a slasher is coming...
An undeniable master, a respected maître!
The slasher is ending, a splatter is starting...
 
He's like Jason Voorhees without a goalie mask,
He doesn't give a fuck, he's like Elon Musk,
He runs out to the yard, the neighbors are running in circles,
The dad has five knives in his hand, he's a real Freddy Krueger.
He doesn't need a reason, he does not need a trigger,
He's simply a white master, and you're just a nigger.
He's gonna catch you, fuck you up, and you'll never get up again,
Every Friday here is the 13th!
 
Enough with the screaming, enough with complaints!
The splatter is ending, a giallo is starting...
If your account is zero, you can pay up with cash!
The giallo is ending, a slasher is starting...
 
When my dad turns an alco-killer,
The horror is going on, the thriller is progressing.
He's not into whiskey, brandy, or craft beer,
We consume only the Lovecraft's Eldritch Horror.
He's the Mister Trickster from almost any franchise,
For someone it's a Guignol theater, for others it's life.
Scream 1, Scream 2, Scream 3, even Scream 4,
He didn't even notice that the Crimea is ours**!
 
The penalties aren't paid, neither are the fines!
The snuff videos are piling up in my phone...
The district cop, he's an asshole and a faggot!
The slasher is ending, the comic is starting...
 

Here

I remember a hanging man
Arms in the air, I dance with him
The wind, the wind
I remember his laughter full of life
Of wild jungle, of sea and joy
And I feel I belong
 
I remember the tales of little animals
They drank syrup if they were sick
And kisses, many kisses
I remember feeling my sister move
When I put my hand on my mother's belly
And I can love her, I think
 
I remember precious hands
That wear silver rings with stones
Old drawings
I remember the peace in her eyes
Of an entire universe hugging me
Slowly, very slowly
 
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
Keep, I still keeping your twenty four hours
Keep, I still keeping your love in myself
 
And of you ask me I'll say it clearly
That there's no better gift in life than
Have been born in here
Born in here
 

I believe.

I believe that night will pass, fear will disappear
I believe that day will come all in rays
It will sing me new song about main things
It won't pass, no
My white day which is radiant, calling, glorious
How many winters was the night how many years it was
Life will be, haze perish, light will be
It will sing me new song about main things
It won't pass, no
My white day which is radiant, calling, glorious
I will enter in the joy of the day as prodigal son
And say here I am, hello world
It will sing me new song about main things
It won't pass, no
My wonderful world which is radiant, calling, glorious
 

Your Eyes Have Understood

Your eyes have understood me to be deserving of love,
Stop, oh my heartbeat, I have found my destination.
Your eyes have understood me...
 
Yes, this decision of yours is acceptable to me,
Yes, this decision of yours is acceptable to me.
My every glance is saying, oh lord, thank you.
You have blended me into your life with a smile,
Stop, oh my heartbeat, I have found my destination,
Your eyes have understood me...
 
I am your destination, you are my destination,
I am your destination, you are my destination.
Why should I fear a storm, you are my shore,
Someone tell the storms that I have found my shore.
Stop, oh my heartbeat, I have found my destination,
Your eyes have understood me...
 
Your shadow has fallen upon my heart,
Your shadow has fallen upon my heart.
In every direction, millions of shehnaais* are sounding,
I have obtained all the joys of both worlds today,
Your eyes have understood me to be deserving of love,
Stop, oh my heartbeat, I have found my destination,
Your eyes have understood me...
 

You're my happiness

Babe, you're my happiness
You're my happiness, you're my happiness (mmm)
Babe, you're my happiness
You're my happiness, you're my happiness (mmm)
Babe, you're my happiness
You're my happiness, you're my happiness (mmm)
Babe, you're my happiness
You're my happiness, you're my happiness (mmm)
 
Falling like drops from the sky
On your tender body with your hands
We're circling here and now
As long as love is a heartwarming gift
You are the fury of an avalanche
Raising my endorphins
I get high on latino rhythms
Remembering the happiness of the motives
With you, with you
You're my happiness
 
Babe, you're my happiness, you're my happiness
You're my happiness, mmm
Babe, you're my happiness, you're my happiness
You're my happiness, mmm
 
Two stripes of glass are missing
I don't even know your name
Speed took us with you
It's love, you and I are obscene
Come on, baby, look into my eyes
You see, you and I are very sick
Anything you want to
Just trust me, I'm your genie tonight
And even if you and I don't meet again
Just know
 
Babe, you're my happiness, you're my happiness
You're my happiness
Babe, you're my happiness, you're my happiness
You're my happiness
Babe, you're my happiness, you're my happiness
You're my happiness
Babe, you're my happiness, you're my happiness
You're my happiness
 

One thousand and one night

Versions: #2
one thousand and one night
 
Though I have a sea of blood in my chest instead of a heart
Still in your love, I lack a sea of heart
Though you are in front of me like a mirror
Still my eyes aren't satisfying me to get enough of watching you
Neither one heart, nor a thousand hearts, but all the hearts in the world
I need all the hearts in the world to be in love with you
 
You are more in love than love itself
you are the imaginable poem
in the garden of stories, the flower is risen because of you
the velvet dream in your eyes
the good wine of Shiraz
a thousand of taverns full of songs
a thousand and one night of secrets
I want to see you
Neither once, nor a hundred times, but as many as my breathes
For seeing you, neither one eye, nor a hundred of eyes, but I need every eye (in the world)...
You have to be smelled and caressed like a flower
Only you must be watched by all the eyes in the world
You must be watched like the moon over the peaks
You must be called by all the lips in the world
 
I want to see you
Neither once, nor a hundred times, but as many as my breathes
For seeing you, neither one eye, nor a hundred of eyes,
but I need every eye (in the world)...
 

Slasher

When my dad drunk into all alone,
Thriller, horror and jallo begins
Texas Chainsaws Massacre
That's what we have seven days a week if he fall into drinking.
If it's a storm, then it is a ten-point,
He doesn't even need a fucking face of leather,
He is always so, and sober, and vsraty*,
Native face like Nosferatu.
 
A born guru of visual trash,
Evening begins, the slasher is approaching...
Unconditional master, dear maestro,
The slasher ends, the splatter begins...
 
He's true Jason Voorhees without a goalkeeper mask,
He don't give a fuck just like a Elon Musk himself,
He ran out into the yard, neighbors run from him in a circle,
Dad has five knives in his hand, in kind of Freddy Krueger.
He doesn’t need a reason and doesn’t need a trigger,
He's just a white master, and you're an ordinary nigga.
He will catch up, fuck up, and you will never stand up,
Every Friday we have is the thirteenth.
 
Enough screams, enough of complaints,
The splatter ends, the jallo begins...
If zero on the card, we’ll pay off with the cache,
The jallo ends, the slasher begins...
 
When my dad is in alcohol-killer mode
Horror continues, the thriller develops.
He's not about a whiskey, cognac or craft beer,
We are waste only the ancient horror of Lovecraft.
He’s Mr. Trickster from almost any franchise,
To someone, is a Guignol theater**, but for someone, is life.
First scream, second scream, third scream, fourth scream already,
He did not even notice that Crimea is already ours!
 
Penalty not paid, fines not paid,
Snuff are going on my mobile...
Local flyer - asshole and faggot,
The slasher ends, the comic begins...
 

My Heart Needs Your Heart

Loved you intensely
Even my heart desired the same
 
I don't want to live without you
My heart only beats for you
My heart needs your heart
My heart needs your heart
 
I was a traveler, you held me
that now there isn't any worry left
I want to share myself with you life partner
so that there isn't anything left behind
 
I don't want to live without you
My heart only beats for you
My heart needs your heart
My heart needs your heart
 
I find my living in your breath
I am getting influenced by you.
Love is like a blessing of Allah/Rab/God
This love for you will never die
 
I don't want to live without you
My heart only beats for you
My heart needs your heart
My heart needs your heart
(x2)
 
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End of the Grey

I'm returning from a long journey
From my favourite couple of years
Smoke has been covering my sight
For many days
How long can we wait for it
Time won't heal the wounds
It's been so long
So long on the road
 
And I am leaving you out here at the end of the grey
I give up, although the destination is so close
 
In my dreams, where the road bends
People cry out rains
Don't know how, it's impossible
For rain to drop down from their faces
Grey days, grey whispers
Slipping through my fingers
All I have, in my grey city
Turns into echo-oh-oh
 
Nothing is as good as it used to
Eyes from the windows looking evil
Kids from crying homes
Take out their anger in puddles
Eyes sore from air
I'm hiding under my eyelids
Mothers are wilting
Their lives are kinda less
 
You're leaving me out here at the end of the grey
You're giving up, although you tried so hard
 
In my dreams, where the road bends
People cry out rains
Don't know how, it's impossible
For rain to drop down from their faces
Grey days, grey whispers
Slipping through my fingers
All I have, in my grey city
Turns into echo-oh-oh
 
And the wind blows
Slowly, carrying the fear
When I am knocking on a door
Nobody's there to answer anymore
 
So I am carried by the wind, I am carried by the fog
Stalling impassively
The wind blows, It carries me away
I am being carried, by the years
 
It looks like the end, end of the world
The kids are crying and so am I
The time carrying us, the time carries us
 

Kozara mother

Whenever I visit your open fields
I want to know the truth
Kozara, mother, for how long, will your
brave sons keep dying?
 
Sorrow as a bird landed on my chest
The mountain sublimely revealed itself to me
Honest tears again ran down my face
 
Of all the lives in this world
The life of a hero is the longest
and many of those lives were given
by my Kozara's fifth division
 
You are left without a generation of innocent pupils
without recruits and nuptials
children were not born here in many years
 
Old hearthstones empty
no fire can be seen from them, no smoke
No one opens the gate
how can I be at peace with that
 
The cursed foe is the same again
He won't leave us alone
and after many years
history repeats itself
 
I came here to vow my vows
To pray for my people
No power in this world
will ever break it
 

amazarashi - Haruki on the Road ハルキオンザロード

Versions: #2
Our parting was decided from the start.
 
I almost want to carve those few years we spent onto a tombstone.
 
The both of us, huddled together in a pick-up trailer, the sounds of insects seeping into our nights sweats, like a vacuum-sealed freeze-frame of summer.
 
But since Haruki was really bad at living life, just like a children's game of catch, it all went in an absolutely clumsy trajectory.
 
Yeah, yeah. And her body whice shen tossed aside came crashing down on a certain summer's night.
 
She lived life with a face that always said, ''This is home''.
 
A trackless path. An unworn path.
 
She didn't pursue any course, but she sketched one out instead.
 
But the world is still too big to confirmed to an empty notebook.
 
She got on board the train called ''living'', she drove right by the passing silhouette of time.
 
And the one she was sharing a seat with was sadness.
 
But she only realized that after the fact.
 
We scattered the nights away, we scattered the summer away, and a new dawn shines so unapologetically upon them.
 
At the afterparty of a live show, caught in a fight with angry drunks, we ran away as fast as we could, and we took a piss on their van.
 
Beautiful memories are always at night: the glowing billboards an the moonlight, and just the two of us, like etchings carved in stone.
 
If we could fly just by imagining, it wouldn't be the ends of space, but inside of me, where we would dig up the sceneries we want to see again.
 
We'd be digging them up like we were grave robbers.
 
And it would get us dirtier than you could dream of, like splattears of paint on work clothes.
 
But I guess romaticists are always caked in mud.
 
If we piled those vistas up, then the amount we'd pile up would be so heavy that we probably couldn't even move them.
 
Everything in the world is junk.
 
It's flashy junk, and nothing else.
 
Stupidly loud music, careless intoxication - the real truth in the world is those moments where the music pauses.
 
The girl I loved was like a drop of water in a desert, but in time she too sizzled and dried up.
 
We scattered the nights away, we scattered the summer away, and a new dawn shines so unapologetically upon them.
 
Those nights when we laughed wildly are still ringing in my ears, and now, on sleepless nights, they cut into me like a knife.
 
A river stretches out between us: a river by the name of ''time''.
 
What we called ''youth'' is just a dried-out husk: I changed the same way you did.
 
Our parting was decided from the start.
 
And just like the brightest star in the sky, we burnt out just as fast.
 
Haruki, from my point of view, you're tumor: an incurable impetus to venture into the unknown.
 
Like insects, drawn toward the brightest light they see, where are we supposed to go when we're in broad daylight?
 
The times change, other people change, and even now, then dawn shines so unapologetically.
 

In the sea of your lips

The water is not transparent, it is full.
Salpetre is not salty, it doesn't stick.
There are no seagulls, only creeks,
in the sea of your lips.
 
In the sea of your lips I would fall asleep dancing
in the sway of your hands.
The beating of your heart against your chest
slows the seconds down.
Time doesn't stop, but I don't care,
I'm not afraid of ageing by your side.
 
The water is not transparent, it is full.
Salpetre is not salty, it doesn't stick.
There are no seagulls, only creeks,
in the sea of your lips.
 
My sand melts in between your teeth,
and my cliffs in your back.
Your arms are boat masts,
the last ones to get lost in your body
when you dock it.
 
The water is not transparent, it is full.
Salpetre is not salty, it doesn't stick.
 
I would like to be a small island there,
to rest from this world.
I don't get tired with the tides, nor the streams,
it will never be understood by anyone who has not been lost in the sea of your lips.
In the sea of your lips.
In the sea of your lips.
In the sea of your lips.
 

Rivers

But José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else:
 
Four thousand rotten years fasts
giving its warmth
so that finally the country grow
or have little wings sprouted
and give turns over the world
to stop at the God voice
to go by the pampa like sky
to the sun of justice.
 
Eh! don José Gervasio eh!
One day you went west
with elephants, pray animals, wild boars, buffaloes,
women dressed in red,
with feet like dog legs,
and their men who saw the stars falling,
the other stars closing like an eye,
or going up to anthills,
eating cotton pies,
losing the mother rope,
Look! losing the mother rope,
and crown tied them to the bad omens of life.
 
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
 
An endless heat
or like a river of bravery
with a red garland,
without clothes in the head
and from the womb were coming out canes,
palms, brave spares,
swords to cut
the weed or dishonor
that meant to climb
by the sweaty name you were taking.
 
Eh! don José Gervasio eh! Isn't so?
all of you were going to the west,
the old men of dry balls,
the odorless old women,
the children who eat poorly
at the feet of the big silentful breasts,
silentful like a night full of bulls
troop of closed breasts
that dismissed love.
They wanted to eat enemy
Look! They wanted to eat enemy
and seemed like a silence
that were leaving in the country,
like a cold planet or moon
deposited on the floor.
 
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas wanted something else.
Because you José Gervasio de Artigas wanted something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
 
When silence became everything,
don José Gervasio was seen
standing in the middle of his people.
And the country started to fly
like uruguayans by their face,
or a sky was sprouting form them
like little wings, like warmth,
or a great turn over the world,
against the personal death,
the little beautiful known.
 
Eh! don José Gervasio eh! Isn't so?
you always dreamed in another way.
You sorted out with the
four thousand years of human hunger
that were pulling your poncho,
and didn't let you sleep,
and didn't let you eat,
Like a love ot silentful breasts
that drag you to the shadows to the south.
And didn't let you sleep,
and didn't let you eat,
To the south. To the curb that thrembled them
like a dove in the gut
and suddenly it flew
and began the sun of justice.
 
Because you José Gervasio of sun of justice dreamed something else.
Because you José Gervasio of sun of justice dreamed something else.
Because you José Gervasio of sun of justice de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
But you José Gervasio de Artigas dreamed something else.
 

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Chichita of the Iguazú

Chichita the neighbour
went to Iguazú
to get wet on the falls
the prettiest of all the south.
 
She saved for fifty two weeks
and took an excursion
with bus, little bar
with bathroom and TV.
 
How not to take the chance then
I won't lose the chance
to travel on a large scale
of talking with pretty people
and buying a nightgown.
 
What a vegetation! What a vegetation!
Oh, what a vegetation!
Four different tones of green!
Isn't over there
the India, beautiful blend?1
 
Chichita amazed
tells about her blue trip
What a long trip!
even more than the falls
Chichita got excited.
 
With the blessed hand of the man
the white hand Jesus
that destroyed the Iguazú
but created the Itaipú 2
and illuminated a zone
that already had its light.
 
The frontier people do everythinh
on a large scale. Do you realize?
look that while doing the work
three thousand workers died, poor of them.
 
Chichita very amazed
I tell you?
Tells us about Paraguay
What a roll
How cheap is everything If you see,
we saw very cheap things
Radios, natives and ties
we bought pictures
of Japan and cataracts.
 
Chichita with cataracts.
I can't
she couldn't see the roar
Couldn't see anything
the pulverized water
obscured her the guaraní landscape.
 
The thirty degrees in the shade
crushed me
left her dazed,
covered with rare bugs.
But how wonderful
the air conditioning
how lucky I live here
so far from my America
 
Chichita could avoid very well
the relief sensation
that violence caused her,
though slipped by a memory
of a certain night of burning love
and indecence.
 
Chichita could avoid very well
the relief sensation
that the flow caused her,
taking the filth below
all the filth inevitably
Though a wish scaped.
 
May the rapids fall,
may they break, I'm feeling like getting naked
May they beak it all
May the chaos come please
may they undo me
May that native undo me
May the hard stream hits
may the stream become red
Red
May it hit against the had violently
Yes, violently
 
But she tamed herself
Her education let her tame herself
and behave maturely
politely, delicatedly, calmly
 
Chichita wore out by God
dreaming on that jump
Chichita came back wore out
with fungi on the skin.
 
I don't mind the lice
I'm a natural-born tourist
of those beautiful experiences
one returns much richer
 
The funniest thing of the trip
she tells us laughing out loud
if was when her crazy husband
did the great joke
he came and ask the guide
Hey guide,
Is it still too long to reach to Montevideo?
 

• 1. A reference to the guarania 'India'
• 2. The Itaipú dam

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Dance of masks

Who made sound again
the old out of tune drum?
In whose hands turned on
that turned off side drum?
 
Who came to knock on your door?
Pepino1 of sad smile
Yesterday toothless singings
Cachela2 of old joy
 
Scratch the skin, scratch the skin,
scratch the skin, dance of masks...
 
Why the laughter?
Why the faces?
Why painted? They say because...
They stir the dead leaves
reborn back carnival
 
Which was the explosion of cymbals
with chorus of worn-out singings?
Who brought over the barrels
that support the new stage?
 
The present is a pirouette of time,
a stag that populates again.
Your setting of people present
came to listen to you again.
 
Pepino is dancing here,
Cachela gave the tone
with faces of burnt cork
with voices of resolved murgas.
 

• 1. José Ministeri, “Pepino”, director of the murga Los Patos Cabreros
• 2. Antonio Casaravilla, 'Cachela', director of the murga Asaltantes con Patente

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There just sea

Callus, salt.
Callus, salt. Black tobacco.
Goes Ramon the fisherman.
Deepness, skin and sun.
 
Trap, cold.
Trap, cold. Hands, sea.
'Mossing' his nature.
Goes Ramon. There goes brown.
Sun.
 
Shadow, dog, weed, old.
Bone, fishbone, nature.
Dirty sand, hangover.
Brown sea, there goes Ramón.
Sun.
 
Tides, callus, pots, buoys.
South, bait, nature.
Powerboat, sand, patience.
Cardboard horizon.
 
Fish and chew. Foam, mouths.
Man, trap, nature.
Moss, tobacco, breath.
Tar, salt and brass house.
 
Chew, crack, mouth, foam.
Chew, fish, fishbone, foam.
Chew, foam, fishbone, mouth.
Chew, moss, nature.
Chew, moss, nature.
 
Man, moss, fish, nets.
Man, trap, net, foam.
Man, foam, fish, moss.
Man, trap, nature.
Man, trap, nature.
 
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth.
Shadow, trap, nature.
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth, fish.
Trap, mouth, nature.
 
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth, fish, nets.
Mouth, fishbone, nature.
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth, fish, net, stare.
Man, shadow, nature.
Man, trap, nature.
Man, fishbone, nature.
Man, foam, nature.
 
Crack, seashell, the soul.
Nets, oars, dampness.
Old eternal suns.
Hangover, sad truth.
 
There goes Ramón. The powerboat.
aiming towards his nature.
Sun, dog, primus, pot.
Broken can, rat, rock, sea, Ramónnnnnnnnn goes.
Almost now. Goes.
Almost now. Goes.
Almost now. Goes.
 
Old square, two primus.
Little brass sea.
Tar, there goes Ramón.
There just sea.
 

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Today soup today

How hard, is the street
Let's put it in the soup if we can soften it
How hard, all bone
Let's make with it a very thick broth
 
Put grey floor tiles,
and pieces of curbs
Put a little of salt to the concrete
Well hashed tar,
Pan seared cobblestones
And bell peppers in the storm drains
What a recipe!
 
How hard, is the street
Let's put it in the soup if we can soften it
How hard, all bone
Let's make with it a very thick broth
 
The laughter with permission
and the heaven's flower
Will give a sweet touch to that stew
Pick spirits from the floor
Play with melancholy
And your soup will be as seen on TV
What a recipe!
 
I invite today, don't disregard me
Take it easy because there's nothing else
Take a napkin, take a bowl
Cover your nose, take a little run
And dive like in the sea
 
How hard, is the pot
Let's put it in the soup if we can turn it off
Dented pot, street and bone
Let's make with it a very thick broth
 
I'll put then agony
A tear of the day
A lot of neurotic businessmen
Add wearyness and people
At the edge of blowing up
And put it all in the pressure cooker
And attention
 
Because the mechanism of the pressure cookers
Makes the food quickly
With the steam organized in a great concentration
Taking as a symbol the proteinical dismiss
the mechanism of the pressure cookers
bears in mind until the last detail
when the steam is heated, grown, out of measure
and does it's manifestation
in the side appears a whistle doing piiiiiiiiiii
 
Let it boil for a while
because the shoes soles
don't cook all at the first boil
put old wrecks
and skinless buttons
of the green ones that give it a very good taste
right to the table
 
Chew and swallow non-stop, it will soften
you can go with stagnated water
 

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The eye

I have the roof
I have the roof
I have the roof so close to me
I don't even need to stand up
The roof
At least the roof
I don't even need to stand up
I can't
The roof
The roof
Today I rule so many things
Who could imagine it?
To walk naked on july
My roof post july
I'm in the well
Eye
Spinning in the roof
Spinning in the well
The ice didn't start to freeze
Freezer as a roof
Darker well
Darker well
Darker well
Darker well
Darker well
Well
There's no well that isn't roof and cold
There's no place
There's no pain that isn't man and cold
There's no place
There's no damage more horrible and cold
There's no place
There's nothing colder
There's isn't
I can't
Cold
Not being able to die
Not being able
What a pain
What a hole
What a pain
What a hole
What a mine
My friends, look what a mine
What a black, deep, damped hole
What a mine
What a damped hole
What a mine
What an eye
What an eye
What a gold mine
Chubby, round
Round eye
Like the well
Like the well
I'm sick of being in the well
Well
Damned vacancy
Damned, very damned
I live spinning by the eyeless well
Spinning by the eyeless well
Spinning by the eyeless eye island
The eyeless eye island
Without growing
Without
I live spinning
Merry go round
Merry
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Mind without
Will without
Roam
By the streets
Without
Roaming
Without
Searching
Without
Ocupation
Without
By the streets
Street
Be discreet
Repeat
Mistreat
Parakeet
Shut up
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Time flies
Me too
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
And I can't find solution
Me too
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I can't find my family
Me too
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I can't find the way out
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Today I rule so many things
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
So many jobs
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Who could imagine it?
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Staked
Boiling
Stones
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I've put the bars upside down
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I snatched the taste of toilet paper
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I stripped all the stripped wires
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I wrapped sworms
And I can't die
Wrapped sworm
And I can't die
Butterfly
And I can't
I don't wanna die
I can't
I don't wanna die
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna die
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't die
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I can't
Don't forget me
I don...don't forget me
I don't forget
Don't forget me
I don't wanna die
Don't forget me
I can't
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
Don't forget me
I don't forget
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
I don't wanna die
Don't forget me
Don't forg...
Don't forget me!
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnk
The tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The eye of the tank
The eye
Of the tank
I wanna eat
Ajo, ají, chajá
The eye of the tank
Looks at me
The tank and the quivers
The arrows
The wounds
The cracks
The wanks
Fuck
Pick up
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank and the quivers
The tank and the quivers
The tank and Alcatraz
All the hours are mine
Ajo, ají, chajá
Hours are my hostages
I won't let them scape
All the hours are mine
Hours are my hostages
I won't let them scape
Memories I don't understand
Ajo, ají, chajá
Memories I don't remember
Ajo, ají, chajá
Memories I don't understand
I don't remember
I don't understand
I don't remember
I don't understand
I don't remember
I don't understand
I don't remember
Here comes the roof
Fool!
The eye of the roof comes to me
Comes over me
Fool!
The eye
That eye
Looks at me
The eye
Fool!
The tank, the tank
The frozen tank
The eye
Hole in the eye
Empty
That eye
Needle
Spit in the eye
Empty
That eye
Needle
Spit in the eye
Empty
That eye
Empty
That eye
Empty
Needle
Empty
Spit in the eye
Empty
Spit in the eye
Empty
Spit in the eye
Empty
Spit in the eye
Throat
Throat
Throat, necklace
The eye, the eye, the eye in my throat
Spit
Necklace
If I could buy that necklace to my daughter
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Of little seashells, of little weevils
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
When we went to the river
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Her little eyes
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I wonder
I wonder
I wonder
 

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Two

Here I start to sing
these words of love,
that knew about the brilliance
of a one of a kind brunette
You'll have to forgive me
for all this humble passion
that was crying, unease,
illusioned height.
And now it sings distant
with the heart on hurry.
 
Her fresh may hands
come to my memory.
Her eyes were the glory
for this poor uruguayan.
Shining like lightnings
are the threads of the thougth.
Two liquid feelings.
The thirst of two scents.
Two embraced sweats
Two heartbeats and one breath.
 
Her hair of the flea market
divided the air.
You don't imagine the grace
that all this memory encloses.
Like a stem of the soil,
shoeless foot, dancer.
Her waist of fine sand
cutted in the morning.
Full and near silouette
sitting in the latrine.
 
And today, What happened?
Today I feel free beside her.
Always beautiful. Light. Heat.
And I still keep the pain
of the much I told you.
Her love for me hasn't ended,
neither died, neither ran away with another.
She didn't fell from her horse
neither betrayed her ideals.
This eastern brunette.
Flower born among us.
 

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About generations

The thing starts to work out
The spirits are mild
and everyone in their places
It's the time to play
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
Knowing the commotion to be
the hearts beat
Dread and all in it's placee
It's the time to play
It's the time to attack
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
The march starts to sound
The sounds manifest
The legs trembleing
The pulse sped up
The beat sped up
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
They started to sing
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
The throat chokes
They breath song inhale gas
The cough repeats smothered
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
The music feels touching
Tears sprout and more
Life explodes in melody
Reasons of force
Proclamations that sing the truth
 
Impossible to forget
 
High whistles, siren
But the percussion kills
Kills you
Cracks you up
Blows you up
Kick on the floor
The kick
Losing the beat little by little
 
The percussion cornered
Surrounded
Resounding
We can't breath anymore
 
Sounded deaf deafness
Too late
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Too late
Sounded deaf deafness
Too late
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
The ear is all siren
The cough repeats smothered
 
From here, there, and over there
From there, here, and over here
Dammit!
it's the time to
 
-
 
Protagonist where are you
of this brutal scenario
Trumpeters where are you
Writers creators
where did they go
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
Are so many the deads now
Deads for our music
Many dissapeared from the map
Ask their moms
Others had to fly
They went beyond the sea
Somewhere else with our milonga
 
Others went inside...
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
Others went inside their homes
They don't wan't to act anymore
Their hearts doesn't work
Their beliefs are crushed
They left their place
in the orchestra
 
it's the time to humilliate
uninspire
 
Impossible to forget
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
There's always an excuse to give
That nothing can be done
That it's all said and done
That I'm back again
Now I sing from my window
Well safe of the terrace
 
There's always an excuse to give
That the guitar is for the youngs
I must think of my children
in which future will I give them
Which?
Which?
Which?
Which?
 
Now I must only work
close my eyes, grow up
it's the time to vegetate
make money
climb
forget
 
Impossible to forget
Forget
Memory commits its task
Forget
Impossible to forget
Forget
Memory remembers its history
Forget
Impossible to forget
Forget
Memory remembers its memory
Forget
Impossible to forget
 
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
Because I'm cold.
 

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Etcetera

No music.
No music today.
Just the sensation of the music.
Like that brunette walking.
Just the sensation. Standing. Stiff.
 
No lyrics.
No words today.
Just the sensation. Sound. Buzz.
Like that green fly. Green. Green.
Like that green fly. Standing. Stiff.
Just the sensation.....so disgusting. So disgusting.
 
No song. There isn't one today.
No song. There isn't one today.
Just the sensation. Still.
No song. There isn't one today.
No sonnnnnnnnnnng.
But it doesn't get still the song.
Like some moments before making love.
Just the sensation. Just the sensation.
 
Diary. Diary.
Uruguayan diary. Thick milk.
Uruguayan diary.
It's hard to find another milk.
The nation. The nation. The nation.
The fly. The nation.
Love. Standing. Stiff. The song.
 

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The rope/Missing cats

We're all summoned to the big demonstration
to the plaza! to the plaza!
We all go together because today walks on the rope
the wellknown climbing tightrope walker.
And that other who dodges the rope
who's also an expert climber, stands out.
And that other who isn't so famous
but he's also a pure breed feline tightrope walker.
Attention! Stop the music!
Attention! Stop the music!
Attention!
 
The stick counterbalances,
the right on one side, the right on the other.
He walks on the long rope
the heavies on one side, the right on the other.
Staring at the goal
the front on one side, the right on the other.
One foot and another, one foot and another
the words on one side, maths on the other.
Order, time and sanity,
Tradition, fámily and property,
corruption for one side, treason for the other.
Attention! Exactitude challenge!
Attention! Everyone below look at him!
Attention! One manoeuvre after another! What a waist! Beautiful!
Attention! Seven lives of skills!
Attention! Of promises!
Attention!
 
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music! Cut!
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music! Cut!
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music! Cut!
 
Cut! Cut! Cut! Stop the music!
listen, you can't talk this way,
right in this moment, you can't,
accept that you can't sing this way,
it's disrespectful and besides is not advisable
strategically is not advisable.
Do you want a suggestion?
I suggest you to not keep going with this song
do something else, whatever...
 
We interrupt to give an information,
that has to do with the population
and it turns out to be strange for the public opinion.
Attention!
There's a terrible and absent absence,
There's a obvious, present absence,
There's a brutal, total absence,
There's a fatal and hot absence,
Attention!
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Lots of cats are missing!
 
At La Union, for example, there were 12536 cats just a while ago,
today there are only 22.
Maybe they drowned them under the concrete.
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some skinny cats!
 
At Paso Molino, zone of cats with sweet flesh,
of 4654 cats, only remain 41.
Maybe they dumped them to the sea.
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some bones of skinny cats!
 
At La Teja, ha!, of 14484 only remain 96.
Where are the cats? Attention! Where are the cats?
They're not buried at the cementery.
We searched and they're no there!
Maybe, maybe their eyes, their eyes maybe.
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some barrel grills with strips of skinny cats!
 
At the Cerro, the old Cerro, the last census showed 8402 cats,
and pay attention, this is incredible, today there are only 7!
even though at the Cerro, there are no more meat plants!
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some ocelots! What?
Only remains some ocelots! What?
Only remains...!
 
Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
it's disrespectful, it's impossible,
don't waste all that scratches in a tight spot,
it is not advisable, strategically is not advisable,
it's not the right moment.
Look, I have no other solution but to advice you sincerily
To not keep going with this information.
Well, but if you want, grab the song again,
and go with it soft, soft, soft
we must have balance, grow up...
 
We're all summoned to the precipitation
at the plaza, at the plaza!
Today walks on the rope the wellknown climber,
the promise of the masses.
Today he crawls on the tightrope,
shaking like a rat tail.
Today he crawls on the tightrope,
the tense rope, the rope on the neck.
Everyone below wait for him with the hungry eyes,
licking their lips.
 

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What a business

How many things are that you never told
which are your fears
how many situations that you've betrayed
which is your sin
How tight are your knot instincts
accomplice tangles
Which is your profit in all this issue
Which is your appetite
How are you different
How are you
 
How much splendid morbidity over your impulses
which is your turbid face
Which is the sensation you always feared
which is your dirty step
 
How many things are that you never knew
How many things are that you take for granted
that you make clear that are assumed
Where is the lie
 
How much is your goodness (the other one, the deep one)
Which is your prescence
Where is your conscience (the other one, the deep one)
How is your prescence
And your solidarity (the other one, the deep one)
Which is your innocence
 
Where will reach your thick skin
How far will reach your sadness
To what grade will reach your beast nature
How long is it going
How long is it going
of poison.
 

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