Esta inspirado en la poesía de Nezahualcóyotl.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
9. Perceiving The Secret
Nothing suddenly
turns into gold
nor precious stone
no flesh or bone
no paint remains
it turns into stains
No man outlives
his destiny
no prince or king
no priest or thief
the land remains
we fade away
All in all we're one with the land
and the land will keep it secret
after we're gone
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All in all we're one with the land
and the land will keep it secret
after we're gone
All in all we're here for a reason
that is new everyday
8. All the flowers in the field will live again
I saw the light
the light you sent upon me
I saw the light
the light you sent right through me
You give life
we leave songs behind
I saw the sign
every flower that had died
stood so bright, so beautiful
once again alive
You give life
we leave songs behind
You give life
we leave our flowers behind
You give life
we leave songs behind
7. No past, not now, tomorrow
Little by little one travels far
step by step the end is closer than the start
maybe this life was meant to be planned
maybe man can not do what a god can
I've got no plan to follow
got no past, not now,
tomorrow I'll be gone
so will you
People tell people about some facts
what good is fact when it can't be felt with the heart?
maybe this life was meant to be planned
maybe afterwards we will realize
I've got no plan to follow
got no past, not now,
tomorrow I'll be gone
so will you
6. I only turned to ask
I know there's someone
waiting for me, when I have to die
and disappear from this world
I heard that somewhere
the moon is closer, the sun is brighter
they don't belong to this world
I heard the stars there
are always visible, recognizable from far away
as never seen on this world
I know there's someone
who'll take me there
guide me through shadow
as I'm leaving this world
I only turned to ask
She said: I haven't touched you yet
I know she's been there
waiting for me, she's waiting behind me
I know she's been there
she'll take me there, she's waiting behind me
Fields full of flowers await me there
the wind whispers through song
skies full of colors await me there
that land is my only home
I only turned to ask
She said: I haven't touched you yet
5. Let me hear your voice again
Let the sound of your voice never faint
let man tell blood from paint
let my spirit rise higher than birds
let time stand still, but first
let me hear your voice again
Let this land be full of living things
let man enjoy what joy can bring
let shadow cover what's not meant to be lit
let time stand still, but please
let me hear your voice again
Macaic nimiqui
macaic nipolihui...
4. Your book of paintings
(instrumental)
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Con flores escribes, Dador de la vida,
Con cantos das color,
Con cantos sombreas
A los que han de vivir en la tierra.
Después destruirás a águilas y tigres,
Sólo en tu libro de pinturas vivimos,
Aquí sobe la tierra.
Con tinta negra borrarás
Lo que fue la hermandad,
La comunidad, la nobleza.
Tú sombreas a los que han de vivir en la tierra.
-Nezahualcóyotl-
3. The shape of clouds
I saw it written on the ground
I felt it deeper then the sound
of the mighty Thunder
I saw it written in the stars
I saw it clearer than the light
Of the mighty Sun
As we grow up
we learn to endure the pain
we age for a greater reason
who would like to stay anyway?
I saw it written on the ground
I saw it written in the stars
I saw the shape of clouds
revealing the meaning of this life
As we grow up we're further down the road
but closer to the things we yearn the most
As we grow up
we learn to endure the pain
we age for a greater reason
who would like to stay anyway?
2. If just for a moment
If just for a moment I could see through your eyes
be one with the serpents and flowers
if just for a moment I could be by your side
and talk in the language of fire
The most beautiful things I could ever think of
I think them for you
the most beautiful things I could ever see
I see them because of you
If just for a moment I could see through your eyes
be one with the Sun and the Water
if just for a moment I could be by your side
and throw myself into the fire
The most beautiful things I could ever think of
I think them for you
the most beautiful things I could ever see
I see them because of you
Life is the way, always
Life is not mine, it's yours
Life is the way, always.
1. It Meant All
Sunshine,
wash the ground fill the sky
there will be no glory
nor greatness
till dawn has arrived
till all the creatures are formed
till man has come
Every moon, every wind
every day, every year
I saw the sign
the flowers that died
lived once more
my name was called
it meant something, even so
I cropped the light
the fields were full
of meaningful thoughts
my name was called
it meant something
it meant all
Blood slows until it has the texture of volcanic rock
then it can rest, then you think less and love more
Every moon, every wind
every day, every year
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