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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