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MAR DE GRISES LYRICS
"The Tatterdemalion Express" (2004)
1. El Otro...
2. To See Saturn Fall
3. Storm
4. Recklessness
5. Self Portrait No.1
6. Be Welcome Oh Hideous Hell
7. Onírica
1. El Otro...
1. ...El Otro
(él) día pálido
se encierra en mis manos rotas
se desliza quejumbroso
y desoja en un recuerdo
(yo) anonadado en pausas de memoria
y condenado a llantos sin dioses
escucho los gemidos
que desfallecen en la niebla
(él) cabizbajo abre el cielo
con viento enclenque y harapiento
apaga una a una las estrellas sucias
y despierta a los sueños
para que vivan en silencio
(yo) grito un grito enfermo
un grito solo
encerrado...
en un constante ahora o nunca
en un hoy día de hace tiempo
(él) se acurruca en crepúsculos sin sueño
y encerrado en aires asfixiados
camina sin rumbo
...vive sin sorpresa
y (yo) no puedo cambiar la monotonía
de una tarde sin riesgo...
de mil noches sin descanso
de una vida sin fuego!
2. To See Saturn Fall
2. To See Saturn Fall
At the violet hour
what should I resent?
(as I) die on empty
a feeling crept by
my sullen, sterile face
looks thee falling
beneath the tumbling waves
what shall I do... what shall I ever do?
go south
down to my words,
my wounds
would it still feed fire?
this noise polluted amber
stares into my gone hours,
hours that mean years
...mean life
are you the heartburned-bitter one?
could you pour my wounds on to them?
could you heal this exhausted well?
a kaleidoscope of clean horizons
the awful rain glommed into my fall
what shall I do... what shall I ever do?
no winter walk
no search for...
a nebular packing cloud
a lost somewhere
implored me
"please... cease to exist"
empty voices leaning
feverless as I
3. Storm
3. Storm
My vertical screams becomes
a horizontal pain
as I go towards the sun
I go sober and drunk
while I sit and play
or I love and burn
don't matter
it's all same
(why) can't I hear the Storm?
if I can hear my soul... fall
will I taste your air?
I hope
I can still play
the harvest is waiting...
fast I run
but faster it comes...
...mi humilde cara inmovil
...como si yo no existiece...
4. Recklessness
4. Recklessness
Lets pretend my face burning
...oh infinite
just your hand could touch
...my meaningless life,
would you save me?
are you there?
in that grey horizon...
where the sun sets (so) peacefully
where light drips down by my eyes...
I'm drowning in my thoughts
yet no one semm to care
can you see me?
I'm taking my black soul
away... from this white world
can you hear me?
timeless sins
will break me apart
oh, but no one knows
would you care?
this is a the torment
more that you can see
infinite has taken me
I'm on my knees
and it gets to me
even if I fly far
even if I run fast
Even if I swim deep
it still gets me
Even if my hearts stops
Even if my tears remain
...undry
it still haunts me
nothing that I'll ever do
nothing that I'll ever say
will ever matter...
just tell me, why?
5. Self Portrait No.1
5. Self Portrait No.1 (retrato)
Algunas veces soy la laguna quieta
algunas otras un crepusculo seco
pero la mayoria soy desierto,
deseo
...y tempestad
6. Be Welcome Oh Hideous Hell
6. Be Welcome Oh Hideous Hell
Choirs of light, they go shattering dreams
like dark voices of sluggish breath
...between drifted mind-lapses
the winged one longed for heavens
crying tears of gods
numb the senses with hummed tenderness
voices, they are carcass
voices, I'm begging
fierce wounded sweat
gathers between sonic blasts
caidas libres de suelo
sueños libres de cielo
among beasts, no corpses
I smile within fire
screaming, blasting worlds
1000 stars were born
dried out flowers raise on glimpses
among those bleeding sounds
eroded, nowhere paths
are now slaves of wind
screaming: ¡the world is no more!
voices, they seem rain
as I hide behind my eyes
like shining senses
turned in to demond
they'll worship my fury
turned in to rain
they'll burn with my words!
(poems are fire - V. Huidogro)
Be Welcome Oh Hideous Hell
7. Onírica
7. Onírica (Chuquicamata)
Ángeles de arena
sumidos entre la bruma
despiertan secos, cegados
... yo despierto con ellos
mi languida voz
rezonga perezosa
por sobre el viento
siempre fuerte
...siempre
a lo lejos...
mar de aguas sonambulas, ausentes
olas de silencio insomne
era tarde,
muy tarde para andar
a lo lejos...
suplicas de dioses recluidos
sombras de aire asfixiado
fue corto
tal vez muy corto para mi
a lo lejos...
mi vida
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