La Copla Triste Lyrics – Ramiro González
Singer: Ramiro González
Title: La Copla Triste
El corazón del hombre herido guitarrero
Está de cara al llanto rumbo del vino enfermo
Sangre de copla triste mudo tiempo sin tiempo
La piel de su guitarra hembra pechos de abeto
Encordada de niños desdobla los silencios
Si con la carne firme acaricia sus dedos
Y va soñando versos como sangrando vida
Y con la paz violada de sus manos vacías
Sale a buscar la sangre de su patria escondida
Y va por los obrajes talándose por dentro
Con el fuego del hambre de la raíz al centro
De su mujer preñada de amargos desencuentros
Habrá de ser poeta con mil latidos menos
Con mil palabras mustias al llegar el invierno
Secándose los hijos y las hojas del huerto
Pero no ha de caerse por ese Sol secreto
Que cultivan airosos los campesinos nuestros
A contraluz del odio en la olla de fierro
Este cansado potro que va por los desiertos
Arriándonos la sangre con un destino ciego
Sabe que hay un camino con los brazos abiertos
Y va por los obrajes talándose por dentro
Con el fuego del hambre de la raíz al centro
De su mujer preñada de amargos desencuentros
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La Copla Triste – English Translation
The heart of the wounded man guitar
Is facing the crying of the sick wine
Sad -time couplet blood without time
The skin of your female guitar spirming breasts
Cracked children unfold the silences
If with firm meat she caresses her fingers
And she dreams of verses like bleeding life
And with the raped peace of your empty hands
She goes out to look for the blood of her hidden home
And she goes for the works by tyling inside
With the root hunger fire to the center
Of his wife pregnant with bitter disagreements
He will have to be a poet with a thousand beats less
With a thousand musty words when winter arrives
Drying the children and the leaves of the garden
But he must not fall by that secret sun
That cultivate the peasants of our
Comptroller of hate in the iron pot
This tired foal that goes for the deserts
Arrecting our blood with a blind destination
He knows that there is a path with open arms
And he goes for the works by tyling inside
With the root hunger fire to the center
Of the woman of him pregnant with bitter disagreements
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Lyrics Ramiro González – La Copla Triste
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