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La Vereda
03:51
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Anda, sube la vereda
Camina, cubre tu rostro
La amarilla carretera
Llena de polvo tus ojos
Anda y sigue tu camino
Los perros ladran y gimen
La cruz del púlpito brilla
Las zanjas hablan y duermen
Anda, sube la vereda
Camina, alza tu rostro
Observa a toda la gente
Que siembra y ríe de gozo
Anda y sigue tu camino
Mujeres y hombres de hierro
Llevan su carga valiente
Llevan un sueño en la mente
Anda, sube la vereda
Camina, cubre tus ojos
La cansada carretera
Llena de polvo tu rostro
Anda y sigue tu camino…
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Now that all’s gone
A story far behind
Some memories remaining
Some present in the mind
Home’s the road
Headed to the unknown
They’re running away
You’re leaving this town
Oh unconscious present
Only pictures in the mind
Are there to remain
Till the time when time ends
All the demons and men
Will haunt a lonesome hand
With a flag and no face
With an ace and a bell
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3. |
Dreaming
02:50
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I walk through the meadow
I follow the dusty path
I hear your call
With its tender sound…
I talk to your shadow
I’m walking towards the sky
I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming,
I’m dreaming of another life…
I’m walking…
I’m walking…
I dance with your shadow
I’m dreaming alone…
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Lo Que No Se Olvida
05:45
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Un color que no se apaga
Una luz que no se olvida
El mirar de ciegos ojos
El hombre que vio su risa
El cantar de nobles sueños
Lluvia, luna, negro cielo
La vida al viento en semilla, y se va
La fuerza de viejo ancestro
Un pueblo que brilla y duerme
Una voz con sabio acento
La nieve sobre su pelo
Su rostro libre y tranquilo
Un fusil, dolor, silencio
Un derrumbe sin consuelo
Un verso nuevo perdido
Un adiós sin más remedio
Un riesgo para ver la luz del sol
Y eh lele la lela
Y eh le la lela
Y oh le le la lela
Y cantar y soñar
Un pueblo que brilla y duerme
Lluvia, luna, negro cielo
La vida al viento en semilla
Lágrimas de un viejo ancestro
Y eh lele la lela
Y eh le la lela
Y oh le le la lela
Y cantar y soñar
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Lights Out
03:51
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The lights are out and I sit around
I came to see what is not there yet
This night has come and the feeling of wondering
Has stirred me up again, my mind has gone away.
I look out the window
And I see those staring eyes
Over these empty streets.
The lights are out, all the wood has burned
Today you feel what I feel no more
Till dawn I sat and I waited and wondered
I guess people never knew why your warm kiss turned blue.
Put on your smile, waving at the train awaiting
With the truth on your face
And in the morning when kings have no crown
Look how the mist rests endlessly on you…
Put on your smile, waving at the train awaiting
With the truth on your face
And in the morning when kings have no hope
Look how I smile now endlessly with you…
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Un canto en el viento
Un canto en las nubes
Un canto en el tiempo
Un canto en el cielo
Durmiendo pasivos
Inmóviles seres
Oyendo un sonido
De canto infinito
Hojas que ya inertes
Descansan y vuelan
Contando las penas
De un sol escondido
Hojas que ya inertes
Descansan y vuelan
Sintiendo las huellas
De un frágil suspiro
Viento y dulce pena
De niebla y suspiro
Noble voz de cielo
De tiempo y de alivio
Un grito de tierra
Voz en la montaña
Canción que adormece
A un sol escondido
The wind will whisper soon
A gentle song of bliss
And time will soon return
The shades of missing green
Canto al sol que se esconde
Por detrás de los montes
En el frío de este Norte
Sin mi Sur y sus noches
Canto al paso del río
Con su rostro vencido
Y a esa luz que se asoma
Dando gotas de alivio
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Alusión
05:09
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Sleeping on the other side
Waiting for that moment in time
But time has frozen the sky
So your glowing face might just fade away
The mountains kept weeping
Miles away from this blind hope
I hear the same story
Being told again and again
So you forgot
The look of a child long gone
An aching body now relives
The fallen leaves of this distant October dream
La espera en el tiempo
Se despide con el beso
De un tiple mudo y sin tierra propia
Mudo y sin tierra propia…
Vuela, descansa ya…
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Vic and the Crux Austin, Texas
Vic and the Crux combines the sounds of an early Colombian childhood and the eclecticism of growing up in the US. This debut EP is the result of a rich tapestry of dreams, memories and love for home—wherever home is.
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