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Good Morning Sadness

Good morning sadness
So late sadness
You came today to see me
Was already getting kinda sad
Of staying so long away from you
 
Get there sadness
Sit with me
Here on this bar table
Drink from my cup
Give me your shoulder
For me to cry
Cry of sadness
Sadness of loving
 

Beautiful

(Chorus x2)
(JADOR)
Bella bella bella
I don't trust women.
Bella bella bella
I was usually hurt.
 
(LAURA)
Amor, amor, amor,
Please do not compare me,
Amor, amor, amor,
I am different, you already know that.
 
Excuse me if I offend you,
I know that's not true,
I trust, but not 100%,
That means to be a man.
The last relationship took a time,
Now it's over,
I had 1000% trust,
But she still cheated on me.
 
And after all,
Let's be together,
What if I suffer?
Still that's it,
That's how love is.
 
(Chorus x2)
 
Yes, my love,
I understand your fear and prudence,
I know how it is to be
The victim of somebody.
 
(Chorus x2)
 

Be Prepared

-Mufasa has always imposed many restrictions when it comes to hunting.
When I become king, the powerful will be free to take whatever they want, because the belly of a hyena is never full.
 
-Mufasa is too powerful to challenge himself.
 
Mufasa is an old message
It was once a revered regime
Mistakes formed the mirage
Of a world full of crime
 
The lion era was changing
And the hyenas weren't alone anymore
It's my vision of supply
That includes all of you
 
Let's prepare for the crime of this century
Let's prepare for a lower blow
Well deliberate and well calculated
That a rejected king
Will be crowned
Which is why I dispute, that's why I fight
For the throne that will be mine!
Neither Mufasa nor Simba, but me
I'll be king
 
[Be prepared, be prepared, be prepared (...)]
 
Be prepared
 
Be prepared
 
Be prepared
 
Be prepared!
 
Neither Mufasa nor Simba, but me
I'll be king
 

Come to Ruin My Plans

Ah, it lacks me the longing and jealousy
I've already had enough of quiet evenings
I want to go out dancing
 
I know where I am going
It's the best way
I leave nothing randomly
Please, come to change my pace
 
I have a routine
For every single day
This has to last many years
Please, come to ruin my plans
 
Take all the books out of the right order
Leave the window of the bedroom open
Make me forget that I am going to work tomorrow
 
Ah, It lacks me the longing and jealousy
I’ve already had enough of quiet evenings
I want to go out dancing
 
Ah, It lacks me the longing and the jealousy
I’ve had enough of quiet evenings
Silly afternoons, mechanical mornings
I want to go out dancing
 
I have a routine
For every single day
This has to last many years
Please, come to ruin my plans
 

Two lovers

I see two lovers walking,
In the evening mists,
Young couple that prefers to be,
Where no one can see them.
 
And comes to my memory,
Our old story,
From my youth.
 
We secretly loved each other,
And it was like a dream,
Our blue paradise.
 
I see two lovers walking,
In the evening mists,
That they are sighing that to have the age,
That their love does not have to hide.
 
They will dream that what awaits them,
Sweet spring,
And their love will flourish.
 
They will think of adventures,
And the million follies,
That love will bring them.
 
I see two lovers walking,
In the evening mists,
That they love each other as much as you and I
And the light of love they can see
 

The pretty bull

Everyone asks about him
about that pretty bull
because the son of that
famous limping bull
 
Will be as brave as him
and he too will be applauded
bringing glory to his name
with bravery you shall die
 
Take it, pretty thing, take it
I shall give you bones
and the bullfighter that shall put you down
will surely be fanfared
 
Take it, pretty bull
armillita was tempted
and he also healed alone
perversion baptized him
to fight well
You will get 5th place
which is the honorable place
You will touch Garza to cover yourself with honor
 
Take it, pretty [thing], take it
I shall give you bones
and the bullfighter that shall put you down
will surely be fanfared
 
Take it, pretty bull, take it
 

Goddess Hunter

Goddess of the fields of beauty
In nature I hunted your eyes of coal
Legs eight kilometres long
Hills and caves, forests and a vulcano
 
My bow became a hug
My target was raunchy
My deadly arrow
Bleed and pierced
Living that death that didn't exist
 
Our hips fit each other
And lusts danced nonstopping
She sighed and moaned
A crazy picture of pleasure and pain by my fantasy
 
Goddess of the fields of beauty
In nature I hunted your eyes of coal
Legs eight kilometres long
Hills and caves, forests and a vulcano
 
When then she told me
That she was a nymph, a beginner in love
Her body, subjected to my will,
Made me think it was the day of the prey
And not of the hunter1
 
Goddess of the fields of beauty
In nature I hunted your eyes of coal
Legs eight kilometres long
Hills and caves, forests and a vulcano
 

• 1. I know English has the 'every dog has its day' idiom, but it didn't fit here, so I had to translate the line freely

Respiration

I got something to talk about,
It’s hard to say but
The moon is pretty right?
You’re dazzling and I’m about to burst and wake up
 
Even though I thought it was a straight line
It was curved
Even though I only saw it from the side
 
The whole time I’ve had a secret
I haven’t been able to come out to you
I realised that I can’t leave it behind
 
That song just now
I tried to stop it sounding but it won’t
That is, I, you know...
More with you...
 
Harmonised, I want to be with you
 
Harmonised, in a back-to-back bullet rendezvous
I want to fall eternally in love for a lifetime
Since then, I can’t take my eyes off you
Take responsibility
How about one night that’s like magic?
I’ll go now
 
You loved me right?
Recently there’s a lot of things I’ve been told
The path I’m running on now is really
A one-way road, I didn’t know
I can’t go back later
But my heart is kinda throbbing
 
Darling, darling
I’ve fallen in love, can’t stop
This is your doing right?
This music won’t stop sounding
God, please listen just now
The sunset that’s cut up by a motorbike of wind
I want it to last just a bit more
 
I got something to talk about
It’s hard to say but
The moon is pretty right?
You’re dazzling and I’m about to burst and wake up
 
That song just now
I tried to stop it sounding but it won’t
That is, I, you know...
More with you...
 
Harmonised, in a back-to-back bullet rendezvous
I want to fall in love with you for a lifetime
I wasn’t able to tell you
The pop you were listening to that time
Actually makes you cry more
 
Darling, darling
I got something to talk about
It’s the moon I’m looking at with you
Even though the world doesn’t change at all
Since then, I’ve liked you, the whole time
Even though we were together until just now
I’ll turn my feet and go to meet you
I’ll go now
 

Gossip

Gossip, gossiping woman,
from gossiping, what did you gain?
you've sent your soul to hell,
you said more than you were supposed to.
 
Santullán is in Porrúa,
Santilar is in Perea,
and San Cosme and San Damián
are in Rullarín de la Trea.
 
I have bread, I have corn1
and in a chest I have walnuts.
I also have pumpkins,
should you be deserving of them.
 
Allah, Allah, our master, Allah
Allah, Allah, our master, Allah
O ruler, thank you Allah
O ruler, thank you Allah.
 

• 1. I have corn bread

Words, Words, Words

There’s no time to be all surprised,
I let this singing voice become an automatic response*
It was shrill, but I heard it for a moment
So, with the last traces of my resolution to erase suffering,
see, I destroyed my own mental state
and carried around these hundreds of millions of melodies with me
That’s how I got where I am today
 
For example, even if I look up at a redder-than-blood moon one night
Simply extending a hand won’t be enough–I can’t fly, can’t fly
It’s pointless to cry and I’ll lose if I run away
I’m soaked in lukewarm water
So what on earth should I do with what remains of my life?
 
You’re strange, cruel, ill-intentioned, and
hiding your superstitions–hey, wait a minute
You’re keeping quiet so none of that will be revealed, huh?
Ooh, baby
Just before we went our separate ways as students in the schoolhouse,
I suddenly remembered the words and love you left me
 
Look, see, let’s take off even if there’s no one waiting on the other side
Even if the rain falls with a splash
Yes, I’ll still be busy in the middle of the night
Writing out my self-hatred in cramped letters
Surely, this world is sweet and salty and
painful and kind, so
this is fine, right? Just until
you understand
 
There’s no time to be all shocked,
my heart began to shake, roaring off-beat
Without pause, those three figures
get caught up in poisonous uneasiness and illusions
It won’t stop even if you say you hate it
I can’t stand that honeyed superiority complex
So I’m always up late making plans
 
Climb back up every time you fall
That’s the slogan I repeat to myself every day, every night
At the top-class height of my youth
This music won’t stop ringing in my ears
 
Trying to be beautiful and attractive, to think with your head, and
to have a strong computational intelligence–hey, wait a minute!
Surely you realize it’s impossible for you to be all of that, right?
Ooh, baby
On this delusional stage where our circumstances come into conflict,
rather than the nobility of my youth,
it was the words you yelled that won me over
 
Look, see, let’s head for the other side of my heart
The roar continues in this destined festival
I still don’t believe in
pointless pain or sadness
Even if you shout with all your strength, “Go somewhere far, far away!”
I won’t be able to go anywhere, but
keep singing out these words of mine
for the audience’s sake
 
Getting terribly lost and confused,
even if you grieve it, today will continue on
I was terribly mad, but I stayed silent
That’s how I ran away today, too
I’ve slowly come to understand, but I only just realized
the reason you cried in those days
Even still, in order to tie those unflinching words together…
 
To that youth which is nearly burned onto me, once more,
you…
 
You’re a genius, the best, and a remarkable student
with a remarkable mind and theories–hey, wait a minute!
You’re just taking all of that on and laughing, huh?
Ooh, baby
The science of the way wounds accumulate on this body begins to reveal itself
The thing I wish for the most is still, still
the one thing I hold onto in the midst of this uncertainty
 
Look, see, let’s take off while avoiding the eyes of others
I hate dressing myself up and putting on airs
So let’s do it with the same feelings we had as children**
How long am I going to keep saying things like that?
This aspiration of mine is so beautiful that it could almost be called pining
Though there’s no God or Buddha
Yes, even still this world is absolutely wonderful
You get it, don’t you? Hey, hey, hey
 

Dreamers' Club

Versions: #1
In the lines of those who walk like a flock, I got lost
I was swept away up to my weaknesses, when looking for a meaning.
I am doing fine, walking on glasses.
I am doing fine, I am walking, walking
 
To the club of dreamers of justice, I arrived by mistake 1
I asked only for more love, and received reality
I am doing fine, dancing on glasses
I am doing fine, I am dancing, dancing
 
The poet of paucity and sadness
I was, I thought of being.
The essence of speech is the soul,
I knew it and forgot to admit
 
To the place of the seers I went, groping like a blind man
in my sins I sanctified, when I could have waived
I am doing fine, walking on glasses.
I am doing fine, I am walking, walking
 
The poet of paucity and sadness
I was, I thought of being.
The essence of speech is the soul,
I knew it and forgot to admit
 

• 1. Also: To the dreamers' club on Jupiter, I arrived by mistake'

The Drunk Man and the Funambulist

Crumbled the afternoon like an overpass
And a drunk man dressed up for mourning
Reminded me of Carlitos
The moon just like the owner of a brothel
Asked every cold star
Their brightness as rent
 
The clouds up on the sky's blotting paper
Absorbed the tortured stains
How stressful!
Insane!
A drunk man with a derby hat
Performed all cheeky
To the night of Brazil
My Brazil
 
That dreams with the return of Henfil's brother
With so many people who left
On the tail of a rocket
Cries
Our gentle motherland
Marias and Clarrisses are crying
On the soil of Brazil
 
But I know that such distressing pain
Has to be anything but worthless
Hope
Dances on a tightrope holding an umbrella
And on every step of such line
May hurt itself
 
Misfortune!
The funambulist Hope
Knows that every artist show
Must go on.
 

Back To The Past

If I could go back to the past
I would go back to around 1500
And I'd pray to the winds to divert the caravels
to that invasion we call 'discovery'
I'd give the native Americans a piece of advice:
When the Portuguese arrive,
Don't allow them to fool you with mirrors
And when slavery would cross the sea
I'd mislead the bandeirantes as to prevent them from finding Palmares
I'd wield guns and shields
In order to help Antonio Conselheiro to defend Canudos
I'd say to Mandela: 'stay strong
The apartheid will end once you're out of jail'
I'd show Galileu a video of the mankind on the moon
And say: 'all this was possible because of your ideas'
If I could go back I'd bring with me the medicine to combat Aids
Just so my heroes would have the chance to live further
I'd march side by side with Luther King and Rosa Parks in Alabama
And would warn Brumadinho and Mariana before the mud came down
If I had the means to do it,
I'd beg to Chapocoense not to embark on that plane
 
[Hélio Bentes]
If I could change an instant
And correct yesterday's mistakes, what would come next?
What would happen?
If I could change an instant
What would come next?
What would happen?
 
If I could go back in time I'd try to prevent a massacre from happening
Chernobyl, Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Could it be that if I denounced the terrorists of September 11th
would there be war in Iraq?
I'd warn the Black Panthers:
Be careful, they will try to destroy you with crack epidemic
I'd run into 2Pac and sing 'Changes Black President'
Before showing him a picture of Barack
If I could kill Hitler before he reached the power
I would prevent so much unnecessary suffering
But if I couldn't do it, I would make sure to tell Anne Frank:
The whole world will read your diary
And what if I changed the past, would I exist now?
And if I didn't, what difference would that make?
If only I could know where the virus would come from
I'd let the world know before it became an pandemic
 
So much pain in vain, how many will part?
Socrates, Jesus, Tutiz or Hutus, when will it end brother?
The sons of the future tell us: don't let us down
We are the heirs of yesterday's mistakes
Or maybe I'm overthinking
Maybe I'm uncapable to make a change even in here
What if I could go back to the past... or better yet
What if this is already the past and someone is expecting me to act?
 
[Hélio Bentes]
If I could change an instant
And correct yesterday's mistakes, what would come next?
What would happen?
If I could change an instant
What would come next?
What would happen?
 
[Hélio Bentes]
If I had the gift of premonition
If I could know before hand what is about to happen
If I had that kind of power
 
What would you do?
We have that power!
What about you?
 
If I could change an instant
The past is now, ever thought about it?
What will the sons of the future tell us, huh?
Have you ever stop to think about it? The past is now.
 

Wounded Dreams

Pain, passion
and the wrong time
a hope that breaks
in my heart, in my heart
in my heart...
A love song
that we never finished
and a tick-tock that stops
like a clock in the heart.
 
Give me back my life and my breath
Convince me that our story
can be, that indeed it can be
 
Your voice, your farewell, sand between my hands
and some words that break in my heart,
in my heart.
 
Give me back, return to me
the traces I marked on your skin.
Convince me that this story
can still be.
Don't break our dream, my love
and bet it all on me,
just like the moon eclipses the sun,
there is nothing impossible for the heart...
in the heart.
 
Two tears, crystallized pain
and an icy wind that pierces the heart.
Possession, wounded dreams
walk away and stands between us both,
between you and I.
 
Give me back, return to me
the kisses that I left on your skin.
Convince me that this story
can still be.
Don't break this dream, my love
and dare to cross the infinite seas here if
your destiny is next to me.
 
Don't toss out our story like that
and bet it all on me,
just like the moon eclipses the sun,
there is nothing impossible for the heart,
for the heart.
 
Be daring...
Convince me...
Be daring!
 

Simón The Gravedigger

Yesterday afternoon they buried
the daughter of Juan Simón,
Simón was the town's
only gravedigger,
only gravedigger.
 
When she breathed her
last breath in his arms,
he buried his own daughter,
to the cemetery he took her
to the cemetery he took her.
 
He dug the grave himself
murmuring a prayer,
saying goodbye forever
to the daughter of Juan Simón,
to the daughter of Juan Simón.
 
And crying like a child
he left the cemetery,
with a stick in hand
and a mattock on his shoulder,
and a mattock on his shoulder.
 
The people asked him:
'where are you coming from, Simón?'
and as he wiped away his tears,
in a hushed voice he answered,
in a hushed voice he answered:
 
'I am a gravedigger and I've come
from burying my heart,
I am a gravedigger and I've come
from burying my heart,
from burying my heart'.
 

Our love is not a sin

Why they don´t like see you in my house
why they treat you badly
why they can´t see us together
 
Why they don´t want me in your house
why I can´t enter
why we have to live
hiding it all
why we can´t scream
 
Chorus: Our love is not a sin
it´s something we choose
we don´t care about anything
we know what we feel
I know that we are alone (alone)
fighting everyone
we decided it and
we will follow our path
 
Why don´t they belive what I say
why we have suffer like this
why can´t they understand us
 
Why we have to hide us
why we have to wait
why we have to live
breathing in secret
why if nothing is illegal
 
Chorus:
 

Your beauties shone

1. Your beauties shone and the sun was eclipsed,
the brilliant star was ashamed.
 
2. My soul in the fiery flame, burns and sighs,
with a knife to cut it, all love will drip.
 
3. My God, so beautiful, whoever sees her faintly,
and in his heart, he feels that love is being nailed.
 

The Dance of the Deer

How can you be a pilot
Being afraid of heights
How do you find a remedy
When there's no cure
Not even becoming a priest
Leaves one free of sin
 
Because the one who owes a debt
Moans if you collect from him
The cobra doesn't attack
If it's not touched
Whoever touches the blood
Will surely be condemned
 
With the dance of the deer
Come to where they have fallen
On account of so much wrongdoing
There's no room among the living
 
In hostile lands
It never doubles
Brave, there are thousands
Who also beg
Don't plead for mercy
If pity wasn't your style
 
Where there is much deceit
There is no reversal
Follow the protocol
According to the offense
An eye for an eye1
Say 'I'm here' at once
 
Why feign surprise
If the Bible tells you
Everyone who acts in self-defense
Even heaven blesses him
 
Time brings time
Where a wise man said
The sun came out that
Blows the wind away
Why fix
What has never been broken
 
The point is debatable
And very considerable
He is not intangible
And irrevocable
If you speak or act
It's because it's more than decided
 
Of course it's reasoned
Whatever dictates destino
And the dance of the deer
Has the path laid out
 

• 1. Literally, 'the law of retaliation'

The Reflection of Life

That person on the hillside, is he alright?
Why it seems that he always has those sad eyes?
Those who pass him by may greet him or they might just leave.
Perhaps even before he could realize, it has been another day and night.
 
Nobody knows if he's alright.
All he has encountered, why is it so often hardship?
My friend, if you pass him by, no need to pity, no need to greet.
Perhaps even before he could realize, it would be another year of spring.
 
The winds brushed tenderly against the mountainside.
His eyes are always a little lonely.
The clouds gently covered his cliff heads.
His eyes are always a little teary.
What is he waiting for? What is he longing for?
 
Nobody knows if he's alright.
All he has encountered, why is there always hardship?
My friend, if you pass him by, no need to pity, no need to greet.
Perhaps even before he could realize, it would be another year of spring.
 
The winds brushed tenderly against the mountainside.
His eyes are always a little lonely.
The clouds gently covered his cliff heads.
His eyes are always a little teary.
What is he waiting for? What is he longing for?
 
The winds gently blew across the hillside.
His eyes are always a little lonely.
The clouds gently covered up his cliff heads.
His eyes are always a little teary.
What is he waiting for? What is he longing for?
 
Winds softly brushing against the mountainside.
Spring has arrived, and everything awoken.
Clouds gently sheltering his cliff heads.
Rays of morning sunlight have chased away his blues.
He has smiled, yes, he smiled.
He has smiled so beautifully.
 

Deportation / History of the Elder

I remember once upon a spring I walked along an aul.
I was cheerful and young, I lived life to the fullest.
Those who is not cheerful in the prime of life, is begging for another life from God, friends!
Suddently, I saw a feeble elder walking towards me,
He was trailing barely, hunched over at all.
And the elder's eyes were being fulfilled with such love,
While he was glancing at my mountains...
I invited him to my home and treated him with food I could share,
He was tired after the road and I suggested to him: 'Take a rest!'
'It turns out that mountain spirit has not yet died in Chechnya' - he said and told me the following story.
'Once upon a time I was also young and youthful,
But the trouble fell on us and Chechnya.
And a soldier, who wore star, pulled me,
yong and fulfilled with power,
into a wagon.
With shout 'Betrayers!' he shot my sick mother
lying exhausted right here.
And what we had to endure on the road,
entered into our memory evermore.
Famine and typhoid have taken so many of our lives,
So many children have passed away without knowing the pleasure of life.
Until nowdays I often hear their moans
But I can't clarify it is in reality or in a dream.
And in the cold steppes we survived all the same,
And I know, only immence love for those mountains
And the highlanders' dedication to the native lands helped us.
Only immence love for those mountains
And the highlanders' dedication to the native lands helped us'.
Having told all this to me, he set off journey again
And added: 'Don't forget everything I said'.
And now I'm leaving, cause I can't sit here,
I want to die at the foot of those mountains.
And now I'm leaving, cause I can't sit here,
I want to die at the foot of those mountains'.
 

The hunters

Little path on the mountain
steeped by the rain,
where the hunter found
the tracks of the deer.
 
Mountain who is loving
to those that seek refuge in it,
but what dangers await those
who always want to mock its law,
but what dangers await those
who always want to mock its law.
 
To the little water well
the deer came down to, down to drink,
and because it was careless, the poor thing
didn't even have time to run.
 
To many men the same thing happened
as it did to the deer,
because they are careless
they lose their lives, they lose their hearts,
because they are careless
they lose their lives, they lose their hearts.
 
Little path on the mountain
filled with flowers and hope,
listen to the hunters,
how they praise you in their song.
 
From the little water well
the hunter returns content,
he goes to his refuge where a
bloody life1 has abandoned him,
he goes to his refuge where a
bloody life has abandoned him.
 

• 1. a violent life, a life filled with blood.

The One in Love

Moons, ivory, instruments, roses,
lamps and the works of Dürer,
the nine numbers and the changing zero,
are things I must pretend to see.
 
I must pretend that Persépolis and Roma
were long gone, and that a fine arena
measured the luck of the battlement
that the centuries of Iron disrupted.
 
I must pretend that the weapons and pyre
of the epopee and the heavy seas
eat away the Pillars of the Earth,
 
and that others exist, yet it's all a lie.
Only you exist. You, my misfortune
and my fortune, who is tireless and pure.
 

Rhyme 58

Rhyme 58
Do you not want the dregs to scare
you from that luscious nectar?
Then smell it, bring it close to your lips,
and leave it there afterward.
 
Do you want us to then preserve a sweet
memory of this love?
Then let us love today, and tomorrow
let us bid farewell!
 

Little Spaniard

There is a Spaniard longing
to live and starts to live
Among a Spain that's dying
and another Spain that's yawning.
 
Little Spainard, who comes
to this world, may God save you
For one of the two Spains
shall freeze your heart stone cold.
 

Rhyme 52

Giant waves that hit1 in rage
on unoccupied and far-off beaches
wrapped in with the light sheets of foam,
carry me with you!
 
Hurricane gusts that intrude to destroy
the wilted leaves of the green tall woods
dragged along by the blinded whirlwind,
carry me with you!
 
Stormy clouds that the lightning blasts
coat the loosened fringes with fire,
abducted by the darkened mist,
carry me with you!
 
Carry me for pity's sake to where
giddiness steals my memory.
For pity's sake! I'm afraid of being
alone with my grief!
 

• 1. Normally I would translate this type of line more literally, however in most other translations of the poem, the vosotros form is translated as if it was in the ellos/ellas form, in other words, in third person plural.

Three Unpublished Songs Sent to Unamuno in 1913

My Lord, life tires me
My throat is very husky
from shouting across the seas
the sea's voice deafens me.
My Lord, life tires me
The universe stifles me.
My Lord, you abandoned me,
at the ocean sea, alone.
 
II
 
Either you and I are playing
hide-and-seek, my Lord,
or the voice I call you with
is your voice.
 
III
 
I seek you everywhere
yet without finding you,
and I find you everywhere
just by seeking you.
 
(1913)
 

Rhyme 61

When I watch my long hours
of fever and insomnia drift by
who shall be there by my side
at the edge of my bed?
 
When my flickering hand
stretches, upon sheer decline,
who shall lend their helping hand
should I be in need?
 
When death starts to glaze
the crystal from my eyes
and my eyelids are stuck open,
who shall close them tightly?
 
When the bell is tolling
(if it tolls there at my funeral),
who shall say a prayer
for me so I might hear it?
 
When the planet Earth
commits my pale remains1
to the forgotten grave,
who shall cry for me?
 
In short, who, in future days,
when the sun shall shine again,
from where I wandered the world,
who shall remember me?
 

• 1. Archaic expression meaning 'to hold mortal remains'

Rhyme 39

What do you mean? I know: she's mutable,
she's proud and haughty, futile and whimsical,
before the sense and feeling of her soul
makes water spring from the sterile rock.
 
I know that in her heart, a nest of serpents,
there isn't a fibre that responds to my love:
which is merely a statue that is inanimate, still....but...
she's really beautiful!
 

To an Orange Tree and a Lemon Tree

Potted orange tree, how sad is your luck!
Your feeble leaves are shaking in fear.
Courted orange tree, how it hurts to see
your deadened, coarse, and 1 little trees!
 
Poor lemon tree with yellow fruit
like a polished bouquet of waxy pale,
little tree, how sad it is to see you
grow in a cheap and wooden barrel!
 
From the brightened forests of Andalucia,
Who brought you to this Castillian land
that the winds of the grim sierra pick up,
children of the fields of my own land?
 
The glory of the orchards, the lemon tree,
the fruits of pale gold you brighten
and of the black stark cypress grove,
silent prayers erected in chorus you lighten
 
From the lovely yard, the fresh orange tree
of the cheerful field and the dreamy orchard
ever in my ripened or florid memory
laden with branches, scents and fruits!
 

• 1. Actual trees cannot be wrinkled, but coarse.

Square Sun

Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is the time I want to see
You going back home with all you planted
Get up to see the square sun
 
Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is time for the people to see
You going back home with all you planted
Get up to see the square Sun
 
One of the laws of Physics say
That whatever you throw up
Falls down on your roof
The world turns
And now even the cattle1 is confused
 
One of the laws of Physics say
That whatever you throw up
Falls down on your roof
The world turns
And now even the cattle1 is confused
 
Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is the time I want to see
You going back home with all you planted
Get up to see the square sun
 
Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is time and I want to see
You taking home all you planted
Get up to see the square sun
Get up to see the square sun
Get up to see the square sun
 

• 'Gado' is a pejorative way to refer to electors of the Brazilian president Jair Bolsonaro. Yes, it is meant to associate them with animals

Glory

And On Earth Peace Towards Men
Goodwill
We Praise Thee
We Praise Thee
We Praise Thee
We Bless Thee
We Adore Thee
We Glorify Thee
We Give Thanks To Thee
For Thy Great Glory
O Lord God
Heavenly King
God Most Omnipotent
Oh Lord The Only Begotten Son
Jesus Christ
O Lord God
Lamb Of God
Son Of The Father
That Takes Away The Sins Of The World
Have Mercy On Us
Have Mercy On Us
Receive
That Takes Away The Sins Of The World
Receive Our Prayer
That Takes Away The Sins Of The World
Our
Our
Our
Receive Our Prayer
Thou That Sits At The Right Hand Of God The Father
Have Mercy On Us
Mercy
Mercy
Have Mercy On Us
Thou That Sits At The Right Hand Of God The Father
Have Mercy On Us
Have Mercy On Us
For You Alone Are Holy
You Alone Are The Lord
Thou Only
Jesus Christ
With The Holy Spirit
In Gloria
Dei Patris Amen
Cum Sancto Spiritu
In Glory Of
The Father So Be It
With The Holy Spirit
The Father So Be It
 

I surrendered to you

Everybody tells me you wander
you spend the nights outside
they are jealous and they go crazy
they are not happy that you love me
 
I surrendered to you
I don't care about anyone
no matter what others say
while I love you,
I surrendered, baby
I always have you as a talisman
no matter what others say
I will love you
 
I can do anything for you
I found my other self
even if they say that you wander
it's enough for me that you love me
 
I surrendered to you
I don't care about anyone
no matter what others say
while I love you,
I surrendered, baby
I always have you as a talisman
no matter what others say
I will love you