Asustado por el silencio de los pájaros
Testigos a tiempos nublados
Y sombra nos cubre
Una ligera cinta blanca
Delicada y mutante
Seperando dos mares
Barcos se llaman en la noche
Sus sirenas formando acordes
De una música africana
Más alla de de las olas
Lejos de mi arena
Percibo un alma perdido
Alma con ritmo, alma con afán
Alma con sueños sin definir
En la uña de Europa
Esto es un mero recuerdo
Que tiembla las aguas del Estrecho
Con su memoria indudablemente lejana
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
New in New York
Icy wind rips through years past
Dampness of memory gone
Empty recollections
In my heart, new beats settle
One, Two, Three, Four
Steady and clear
Waters of a fresh well
From where I hear your voice
Feintly, calling me by name
Shadows disperse
And I no longer feel pain
Neither the dull ache of it
New in New York
Grand central and her stone
Faces forging futures
All american girls
And sons following fathers
Pull your wool over your ears
Let the street take you
Walk, walk and don´t you tire
For weary souls are kindly asked to leave.
Dampness of memory gone
Empty recollections
In my heart, new beats settle
One, Two, Three, Four
Steady and clear
Waters of a fresh well
From where I hear your voice
Feintly, calling me by name
Shadows disperse
And I no longer feel pain
Neither the dull ache of it
New in New York
Grand central and her stone
Faces forging futures
All american girls
And sons following fathers
Pull your wool over your ears
Let the street take you
Walk, walk and don´t you tire
For weary souls are kindly asked to leave.
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