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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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The Village Son

It is my pride to have been born in the most humble neighborhood
Away from the hustle of a fake society,
I did not have the misfortune of not being a village son
I count myself amongst people who have no insincerity.
 
My destiny is very similar, I want it as it comes,
enduring a sadness or going after a dream,
I go life's way, very happy with my poverty.
Since I have no money, I have a lot of heart.
 
A descendant of Cuauhtémoc,
Mexican by fortune,
unlucky in love, I'm a drunk and a troubador,
but how many millionaires would like to live my life,
to sing to poverty without feeling any pain.
 
That is why I'm proud to be from the most humble neighborhood
Away from the hustle of a fake society,
I compose my songs so that
the people will sing them for me,
And the day that the people fail me, that day I will cry.
 

Abracadabra

We put note upon note
Word upon word
With a precious desire
May the spell of our abracadabra take effect
Sleep walkers and spoiled brats
Butterfly thief's
We let time pass
Looking to give a phrase that has a mysterious force
And where are the songs going?
That we let loose in the wind
Carrying hearts, carrying feelings
Who has a verse to give
Who opens their hand and delivers it
That is the flower of poetry
There is no melancholy do not water it
 
A rumor, some new emotion to wreck
With this great voice
I would like to give the detour at the sun
 
Sleep walkers and spoiled brats
Butterfly thief's
We let time pass
Looking to give a phrase that has a mysterious force
And where are the songs going that we let loose in the wind?
Carrying hearts, carrying feelings
Who has a verse to give
Who opens their hand and delivers it
That is the flower of poetry
There is no melancholy do not water it
That is the flower of poetry
There is no melancholy do not water it
 

Regained Neighborhood

No one saw the beauty of the streets
until frightful and crying
the greenish sky collapsed
in a melancholy of water and of shadow.
The hurricane was unanimous
and the world was abhorrent to the looks,
but when an arch blessed
with the colors of the forgiveness of the evening
and a smell of wet soil
encouraged the gardens,
we set off to walk through the streets
as if with a regained domain,
and there were generosities of sunshine on the crystals
and on the bright leaves
the summer spoke its tremulous inmortality.
 

O noapte

Aș minți
Dacă aș spun că uneori ma razgandesc
Eu nu ma razgandesc, nu
 
Zboară
Timpul și trece, iar amintirea ta rămâne
Totul rămâne
 
Pentru ca iubirea nu se găsește în orice loc
Eu deja am gasit un motiv pentru a rămâne cu tine
Și , chiar dacă pleci, jur
ca știu să astept
Fă-mi un tatuaj al acestui moment și așa ramai cu mine
 
Pentru ca daca ne rămâne doar o noapte,
Trebuie să scăpăm într-un loc
Pentru ca, dacă ne rămâne doar o viață,
O iubire nu se uita dacă
este pe bune
 
Nu am gasit(nu am gasit)
Pe nimeni altcineva(pe nimeni altcineva)
Care să mă poată iubi ca în acea noapte
 
Nu am gasit(nu am găsit)
Pe nimeni altcineva (pe nimeni altcineva)
Care să mă poată iubi ca în acea noapte
 
Și chiar dacă nu sunt cu tine,
Știu că tu esti destinul meu
Și te voi găsi repede
 
Tu te vei întoarce cu mine
Eu o sa caut calea
Si te voi gasi repede
 
Pentru ca, dacă ne rămâne doar o noapte
Trebuie să scăpăm într-un loc
Pentru ca, dacă ne rămâne doar o viață,
O iubire nu se uita dacă
e pe bune
 
Nu am gasit (nu am găsi)
Pe nimeni altcineva(pe nimeni altcineva)
Care să mă poată iubi
Ca în acea noapte
 
Nu am gasit (nu am gasit)
Pe nimeni altcineva (pe nimeni altcineva )
Care să mă poată iubi
Ca în acea noapte
 
Pentru ca iubirea nu se găsește în orice loc
Și am gasit deja un motiv că să rămân cu tine
Și chiar dacă pleci, jur ca știu să astept
Fă-mi un tatuaj al acestui moment și așa ramai cu mine
Pentru ca, dacă ne rămâne doar o noapte
Trebuie să scăpăm într-un loc
Pentru ca, dacă ne rămâne doar o viață
O iubire nu se uita dacă e pe bune
 
Nu am găsi (nu am gasit)
Pe nimeni(pe nimeni)
Care să mă poată iubi
Ca în acea noapte
 
Nu am găsit(nu am găsit)
Pe nimeni (pe nimeni)
Care să mă poată iubi
Ca în acea noapte
 

One Night

I'm lying
Sometimes I say I regret it
I do not regret it, no
 
I'm flying
Time passes and your memory stays
Everything remains
 
Because love can not be found anywhere
I already found a reason to stay with you
And even if you go, I swear I can wait
Give me a tattoo of that moment and so you stay with me
 
Because if we only have one night left
We will have to escape somewhere
Because if we only have one life left
A love is not forgotten if it is for real
 
I didn't find (I didn't find)
Nobody else (Nobody else)
May she love me
Like that night
 
I didn't find (I didn't find)
Nobody else (Nobody else)
May she love me
Like that night
 
And although I'm not with you
I know you are my destiny
And I'll find you soon
 
You will come back with me
I will look for the way
And I'll find you soon
 
Because if we only have one night left
We will have to escape somewhere
Because if we only have one life left
A love is not forgotten if it is for real
 
I didn't find (I didn't find)
Nobody else (Nobody else)
May she love me
Like that night
 
I didn't find (I didn't find)
Nobody else (Nobody else)
May she love me
Like that night
 
Because love can not be found anywhere
I already found a reason to stay with you
And even if you go, I swear I can wait
Give me a tattoo of that moment and so you stay with me
 
Because if we only have one night left
We will have to escape somewhere
Because if we only have one life left
A love is not forgotten if it is for real
 
I didn't find (I didn't find)
Nobody else (Nobody else)
May she love me
Like that night
 
I didn't find (I didn't find)
Nobody else (Nobody else)
May she love me
Like that night
 

One

So much to add together and so much running
Without going anywhere
I want to stay
And to stay with you, so I could feel like one
I want to be one with your smile
Take away your breakfast
For your love
 
You will never find love like mine
One turns
Looking for the best moment
To ask you to give me one of your kisses
Love is two hearts beating as one
So much smoking and so much laughing
And so many times I look at your mouth
 
How so badly I want to be the air, that touches you!
I want to be one with your sadness
And one with your happiness
I still want you to follow me
When it becomes day
One turns
Looking for the moment to take the step
There is nothing I would not give
 
To be inside of your hug
Love is that
Two hearts drinking out of the same cup
So much to add together and so much running
Without going anywhere
I want to stay
And to stay with you so I could feel like one
 

To the Sad One

There lies what once was: the stubborn sword
of the Saxon and its steel metric,
the seas and the islands of exile
of Laertes' son, the golden
moon of the Persian and the endless gardens
of philosophy and history,
the sepulchral gold of the memory
and in the shadow, the smell of the jasmines.
And none of it matters. The resigned
exercising of the verse doesn't save you
nor do the waters of the dream or the star
which forgets dawn in the razed night.
A single woman is your care,
she's just like the others, but she is herself.
 

Farewell

Between my love and I shall be raised
three hundred nights like three hundred walls
and the sea shall be a magic between us.
 
There shall not even be memories.
Oh evenings deserving of pity,
hopeful nights of looking upon you,
fields of my road, firmament
that I am seeing and losing . . .
Definitive like a marble
your absence shall sadden other evenings.
 

The accomplice

They crucify me and I should be the cross and the nails.
They put forth the cup and I should be the hemlock.
They deceive me and I should be the lie.
They light me on fire and I should be Hell.
I should praise and be thankful for every moment of time.
My nutriment is everything.
The precise weight of the universe, of humiliation, of mirth.
I should justify what pains me.
My fortunes and misfortunes don't matter.
I am the poet.
 

Scandinavia

Although I deny it
I got used to concentrate all in you
I already know the way is done by feet
The anger, how naive I was
 
There were so much heat and electricity
The night before the power cut
That could burn all the city
What a shame, it finished
 
I know it remains a long long time,
That it isn't easy as pie,
And the weathercock, to break in honour of you
And now I rustle the fate up.
This is my way to begin to fly
Leaving back Scandinavia
 
My days are loose ends of the day before
Patterns that I have to break
Maybe it's true that that is the best
Who knows? Just maybe
 
I know it remains a long long time,
That it isn't easy as pie,
And the weathercock, to break in honour of you
And now I rustle the fate up.
This is my way to begin to fly
Leaving back Scandinavia
 
I think about return to look someday
The moon from Scandinavia
 

The same things

I left the drink halfway and I pull up her skirt.
None of us would be there when it finished.
Enchaining forget ways, rigging the weighing scales,
Frightened of the same things.
 
Stories halfway told we start to write by the end.
And I didn't know play it and I stayed as I was,
Nobody knew who I really take revenge of.
 
On a weakness moment I'll say that I don't care,
that I still prefer walking over the tightrope.
When they invite me to take breakfast I will pig out,
Frightened of the same things.
 
Stories halfway told we start to write by the end.
And I didn't know play it and I stayed as I was,
Nobody knew who I really take revenge of.
 
And each day cost more and it always comes the cold,
Nobody knew who I really take revenge of.
 

Turn around

It burned and reached light up,
I knew that it didn't put out.
Therefore I wait...
 
I lost all opinion and reasoning,
but it's hard to omit
As much as I love you...
 
It hurt and I couldn't hold
the calm and the storm.
It will be that I couldn't understand
that you turned around.
Only if you try it...
Oh, ohh...
 
Today I'm gonna restrict to think
what I sense is true.
Therefore I wait...
 
Maybe you were in another place,
Only I could cry
As much as I love you, oh, ohh...
 
It hurt and I couldn't hold
the calm and the storm.
It will be that I couldn't understand
that you turned around.
 
I turned the corner and I found
Your door half open.
If you are trembling like me,
You must keep in mind
Only if you try it.
Oh, ohhhhhhh...
 
If you try it...
If you try it...