Deep Songs
Try to listen all the way to the end which I think is the best part. I tried to translate the lyrics for those who would be interested, but I think the most beautiful about this song is the way he sings at the end... pure beauty and soul. (I don't believe you need to know what he's saying to enjoy the melody).
The guy was an Argentinian singer and philosopher who got killed in Guatemala city.
Lyrics:
I like those who say nothing, and I like those who sing.
And from spending so much time with myself, I like everything that happens to me.
Things like this happen to me even though it is not important to tell everybody all the things that happen.
Because one does not live alone, and what happens to one is happening to the world, that's the only reason... and cause.
Everything is so perfect because God is perfect that a star will move if I pluck a flower, for this reason if there is one, there is two.
I knew the Devil the night I said no to the hungry, and that same night I knew that the Devil is God's son.
I walk life alone with a tone and dominant, moderately a singer and without pretensions of teaching because if the world is round I do not know what lies ahead.
Walking and walking, always walking, just because.
I did not come to explain to the world, to the world I just came to play (music).
I do not want to judge man, to man I want to tell.
My condition is life, and my path is to sing, to sing and to tell life is my manner of walking.
One day I arrived in Tandil (a city in Argentina) and met an old man that lacking intelligence decided to be wise; one night I asked the beautiful old man about Jesus, and I knew him right away when he reached me a mirror.
I dance with my song and not with the one someone else plays to me.
I am not freedom, but I am who provokes it.
If I know the path already, why would I lay down?
If like freedom, why would I live as a slave?
To choose, I always choose, more than for me, for my brother.
And if I have decided to be an eagle it was out of love for the worm.
I prefer to keep walking than to ride a borrowed horse, someone will always be in debt for an apple.
Always arrives first the one who's traveling light.
The day I die it wont be necessary to use the scale because to say goodbye to a singer with a simple milonga (a type of Argentinian music) is enough.
I face my enemy and I give my back to a compliment because he who accepts a compliment starts to be dominated... man strokes (caresses) the horse to ride it.
I am sorry if I overstep and became too moral, nobody can give advises, there's no man who is that old.
I put the sun on my shoulders, and the world becomes yellow.
I like walking, but i do not follow the path for what's known lacks mystery.
I like to go with the summer far away, but to comeback to my mother in the winter and see the dogs that never forgot me, and the horses, and the hugs of my brothers...
I like it
I like it
I like the sun, Alicia, and doves,
A good cigar and the Spanish guitar
Jumping walls and opening windows
And when a woman cries
I like wine as much as flowers
And rabbits but not tractors
home-made bread, and Dolores' voice
and the sea soaking my feet
I am not from her nor am I from there
I have no home nor do I have a future
and to be happy is my identity colour
I like to lie all the time on the sand
or in a bicycle to follow Manuela
or all the time to see the stars with Maria in the wheat fields
I am not from her nor am I from there
I have no home nor do I have a future
and to be happy is my identity colour