terça-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2012
duas canções de calexico (carried to dust)
Wire fences still coiled with flowers of the night
Songs of the birds like hands call the earth to witness
Sever from fear before taking flight
Fences that fail and fall to the ground
Bearing the fruit from Jara's hands
Me siento solo y perdido una vela alumbra mi camino
Cruzando tierras que nunca he visto
Cruzando el rio de mi destino
Solo soy un chico mas que suena en alto y mirando al mar
Fences that fail and fall to the ground
Bearing the fruit from Jara's hands
Fences that fail and fall to the ground
Bearing the fruit from Jara's hands
When the fists of winter fly
Driving bones into the snow
Blackened frostbitten nights
Vodka running dry
The statues cloaked in white
Migrants from museums
Losing all the feeling now that
Sunrise is outlawed
Strangers plant themselves
Down in the cold hard ground
Later when the harvest thaws
Snow drops will be in bloom
Crossed out on city maps
Prospekt Mira reveals
Shadows drinking antifreeze
Neath the underpass
Ordered once a gulag’s march
Now cities send the call
Falling from the rooftops fast
And frozen against the wall
Where strangers plant themselves
Dead souls of the underground
When February thaws
Snow drops will be in bloom again
Bloom again, bloom again
Bloom again, bloom again
Red blooms, red blooms
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