Текст и перевод песни Ojos de Brujo - Correveidile - con Chano Dominguez

Correveidile - con Chano Dominguez

Tierra de olvido, ruleta imposible,
El tiempo sigue apagando candela,
Quién quiere hoy ya mirarse a los ojos,
Quién quiere hoy descubrir las estrellas.

En el reloj las horas plegan alas,
Van las mujeres vestidas de pena,
Miran el luto gritándole al mundo,
Que venga paz y que paren las guerras.

Corre ve y dile, corre ve y dile,
Vete corre y dile que el arma la tengo yo.
Corre y dile, corre ve y dile,
Vete corre y dile que el arma la he enterrado yo.

Loca esperanza vela en cada esquina,
Tropas de angustia atacando al gigante,
Que bombardea rincones queridos
Y desvanece la luz cada instante.

Cual poseídas tejen las mujeres,
Con hilo negro y adornos de encaje,
Lápiz de un niño que inocente ríe,
Entre granadas y ríos de sangre.

Qué son dos días y otoños pasando, dice el carcelero.
Más hijos perdidos, paciencia vencidas y rotos anhelos,
De esperar, que esta historia cambiara su final
Y otras luces, quedaran esta vez sin apagar.
Verdes vuelos, banderas que se niegan a hondear,
Insumisas, descaradas,
Plantan cara a la patria y al mismo general,
No están solas, la historia acompaña su verdad,
No vale la pena, tanta pena, ninguna pena.

Corre ve y dile, corre ve y dile,
Vete corre y dile que el arma la tengo yo.
Corre y dile, corre ve y dile,
Vete corre y dile que el arma la he enterrado yo.

Pecho herido, esclavas de la entrega y el amor
Recolectando ilusiones... siempre libre

Correveidile - with Chano Dominguez

Land of oblivion, impossible roulette,
Time keeps snuffing out candles,
Who wants to look each other in the eye today,
Who wants to discover the stars today.

In the clock the hours fold their wings,
Women go dressed in sorrow,
They stare at mourning and shout at the world,
For peace to come and for wars to stop.

Run go tell them, run go tell them,
Go run and tell them that I have the weapon.
Run and tell them, run go tell them,
Go run and tell them that I have buried the weapon.

Crazy hope waits on every corner,
Troops of anguish attacking the giant,
That bombards beloved corners
And makes the light fade away every moment.

As if possessed the women knit,
With black thread and lace trimmings,
The pencil of a child who laughs innocently,
Amidst grenades and rivers of blood.

What are two days and autumns passing by, says the jailer.
More children lost, patience exhausted, and shattered dreams,
Of hoping that this story would change its ending
And other lights would be left unquenched this time.
Green flights, flags that refuse to wave,
Insubordinate, shameless,
They stand up to the country and the general himself,
They are not alone, history backs their truth,
It’s not worth the trouble, so much trouble, no trouble at all.

Run go tell them, run go tell them,
Go run and tell them that I have the weapon.
Run and tell them, run go tell them,
Go run and tell them that I have buried the weapon.

Breast wounded, slaves to devotion and love
Gathering dreams … always free