Текст и перевод песни Clara Peya feat. Alba Flores & Ana Tijoux - Mujer frontera (feat. Alba Flores & Ana Tijoux)

Mujer frontera (feat. Alba Flores & Ana Tijoux)

No tiene manos
Para curar heridas, no tiene piernas
Para cruzar la vida, no tiene ojos
Que le lean el alma ni tiene oídos
Para abrazar palabras
No tiene pechos
Para quemar el aire ni tiene ganas
Que otro cuerpo le baile, y lleva atados
Muñecas y tobillos, quiere ser ave
Pero no encuentra nido
Y no
Quiere vivir
Y no
Quiere morir
Es mujer frontera, es horizonte
Es una autopista que separa sur y norte
Es un trabalenguas en tu boca
Es dos hemisferios, es lugar de maniobra
Es punto y seguido, pero aparte
Es túnel eterno, hielo en pecho y se hace arte
Es punto y aparte pero sigue
Es la cuerda floja que se tensa en el declive
Tiene un vacío
Que le arruga la frente, es un espejo
Del llanto de la gente, tiene dos muelas
Herencia de su abuelo que por las noches
Pelean contra el miedo
Y tiene crisis
Si se moja los dedos, pero quisiera
Ahogarse en un desierto, quiere ser polvo
Mucho antes que ser nada y ser despojo
Mucho antes que olvidada
Y no
Quiere morir
Y no
Quiere vivir
Es mujer frontera, es horizonte
Es una autopista que separa sur y norte
Es un trabalenguas en tu boca
Es dos hemisferios es lugar de maniobra
No tenía nombre, no tenía edad
Llevaba los años de la libertad
Caía la guerra con toda su fuerza
Mientras mi madre cruzaba esta tierra
Antes que el mundo fuera de piedra
Antes que los muros fueran vergüenza
Antes que el cielo llorara sin tregua
Y el piso gritará por las mil muertas
Hermana, amigas y compañera
Atravesando lejana frontera
Pero la vida jamás se destierra
Siempre se lleva donde se quiera
Plantar un mundo con miles de frutos
Donde quepamos todas o ninguno
Mujer del borde, mujer del norte, del sur
Mujer sin pasaporte, mujer del borde
Mujer del norte, del sur
Mujer sin...

Woman of the Border (feat. Alba Flores & Ana Tijoux)

She has no hands
To heal wounds, she has no legs
To cross life, she has no eyes
That can read her soul, nor does she have ears
To embrace words
She has no breasts
To burn the air, nor does she have the desire
For another body to dance with her, and she wears shackles
On her wrists and ankles, she wants to be a bird
But she can't find a nest
And no
She wants to live
And no
She wants to die
She is woman of the border, she is horizon
She is a highway that separates south and north
She is a tongue twister in your mouth
She is two hemispheres, she is a place of maneuver
She is period and continued, but apart
She is an eternal tunnel, ice in her chest and she becomes art
She is period and separate but continues
She is the tightrope that tightens on the decline
She has a void
That wrinkles her forehead, she is a mirror
Of the tears of the people, she has two molars
Inherited from her grandfather who at night
Fought against fear
And she has crises
If she wets her fingers, but she would like to
Drown in a desert, she wants to be dust
Long before she becomes nothing and is despoiled
Long before she is forgotten
And no
She wants to die
And no
She wants to live
She is woman of the border, she is horizon
She is a highway that separates south and north
She is a tongue twister in your mouth
She is two hemispheres, she is a place of maneuver
She had no name, she had no age
She carried the years of freedom
The war fell with all its force
While my mother crossed this land
Before the world became stone
Before the walls became a disgrace
Before the sky wept without respite
And the pavement would cry out for the thousand dead
Sisters, friends and companions
Crossing distant borders
But life is never banished
It is always taken wherever one goes
To plant a world with thousands of fruits
Where we all fit in, or none
Woman of the edge, woman of the north, of the south
Woman without a passport, woman of the edge
Woman of the north, of the south
Woman without...