Last Autumn Tears

 
NEW BEGINNING
His sight in my mind
Has caused a shiver in my heart
Can't stop looking at him
In this long and cold night
 
This feeling makes me
Makes me forget, makes me believe
This feeling makes me want
Makes me want to love again
 
To feel his breath
To close my eyes
This feeling makes me love again
This feeling gave this love a chance
 
I could read your mind
Take all despair apart
I can't keep my mind away from this
I can't keep my eyes away from you
This starry night
 
A new beginning
But this freezing pain is inside of me
No matter when or how
I know it will be around
 
Tears of anger
Gave me a coward heart
Now i'm afraid of love
I don't want to suffer this time
 
Want to feel his breath
Want to close my eyes
This feeling makes me love again
This feeling gave this love a chance
 
I could read your mind
Take all despair apart
I cant keep my mind away from this
I cant keep my eyes away from you
I know that
 
Pain will be back again
No matter when or how
I'll be killed again
Pain will be back again
No matter when or how
I'll be killed again
 
 
 
EXILED DRUID
A new order has come to my town
they have imposed an intangible God
I have been expelled, exiled
and they have forgotten what surrounds us
 
The murmur of streams
the rocking of the branches
pulled by the wind
the Mother Earth speaks
 
But no one understands
its language anymore
not even me
his indifference has reduced
my powers to negligible levels
 
I have a vision of what will come
by watching my reflection in the water
the human race their roots will betray
they have declare war to all that surrounds us
 
They will poison the streams
the flames will burn the branches
of the dead trees
the Mother Earth speaks
 
and no one understands
its language anymore
and I have no more chance
to change the things
his indifference has reduced
my powers to negligible levels
 
I am finished, I'm exhausted
I'm going to die in the heart of the woods
where I belong in spirit and body
I am no longer part of it
 
It treats me as its guest
but I will become a part of it
 
When I disappear
in the end is what we are
or what we supposed to be
his indifference has reduced
my powers to negligible levels
 
and no one understands
its language anymore
Not even me...
 
 
LA ETERNA PRIMAVERA
Dicen que no hablan las plantas
Ni las fuentes, ni los pájaros
Ni el onda con sus rumores
Ni con su brillo los astros
 
Lo dicen, pero no es cierto
Pues siempre cuando yo paso
De mí murmuran y exclaman:
"ahí va la loca soñando"
 
Ahí va la loca soñando
Con la eterna primavera
De la vida y de los campos
Y ya bien pronto, bien pronto
Tendrá los cabellos canos
Y ve temblando, aterida
Que cubre la escarcha el prado
 
Hay canas en mi cabeza
Y escarcha en los prados
Pobre, incurable sonámbula
Mas yo prosigo soñando
 
Con la eterna primavera
De la vida que se apaga
Y la perenne frescura
De los campos y las almas
 
Ahí va la loca soñando
Con la eterna primavera
De la vida y de los campos
Y la perenne frescura
De los campos y las almas
Aunque los unos se agostan
Y aunque las otras se abrasan
 
Astros y fuentes y flores
No murmuréis de mis sueños
Sin ellos, ¿cómo admiraros
Ni cómo vivir sin ellos?
 
 
 
FALLEN HEROES
Clouds of gloom are darkening the sky
Frozen wind hits my face
Mountains whisper stories of old
Their ancient voice can be heard
 
Those whispers make my mind travel
It flies to a time long ago
Days of slaughter and cruelty
In a wintry medieval night
 
Rage invades the fields and the seas
Besieged is my home land
Foreseen it is that my people's blood
Will be dyeing this dawn
 
The eternal choice must be taken
Fight not to be enslaved
A crowd fighting as one
But death is taking its toll
 
Now that the enemy has gone far away
We drink and we dance only joy will remain
Time for celebration, a cheer for the heroes
A toast to the fallen ones
 
Laugh against fear, courage guides our lives
A new illusion is born
Flowers blossom where light doesn't reach
Rise your cups to the sky
 
Come to a time long forgotten
An age of broken hearts
Where simple men become heroes
In taverns their deeds will be sung.
 
Now that the enemy has gone far away
We drink and we dance only joy will remain
Time for celebration, a cheer for the heroes
A toast to the fallen ones
 
(sanctus)
 
Come to a time long forgotten
An age of broken hearts
Where simple men become heroes
In taverns their deeds will be sung
 
Now that the enemy has gone far away
We drink and we dance only joy will remain
Time for celebration, a cheer for the heroes
A toast to the fallen ones
 
Now that the enemy has gone far away
We drink and we dance only joy will remain
Time for celebration, a cheer for the heroes
A toast to the fallen ones
 
Fallen ones...
Fallen ones...
 
 
 
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER
Water, water, every where, and all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! that ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout the death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, burnt green, and blue, and white. And some in dreams assured were of the spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us from the land of mist and snow. And every tongue, through utter drought, was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if we had been choked with soot. Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross about my neck was hung. There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye - When looking westward, I beheld a something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, and then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last a certain shape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! and still it neared and neared: As if it dodged a water-sprite, it plunged and tacked and veered. With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, we could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail! Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! are those her sails that glance in the sun, Like restless gossameres? are those her ribs through which the sun Did peer, as through a grate? and is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that Woman's mate? Her lips were red, her looks were free, her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, the Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, off shot the spectre-bark. We listened and looked sideways up! fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned moon, with one bright star within the nether tip. Four times fifty living men, (and I heard nor sigh nor groan) With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, they dropped down one by one. The souls did from their bodies fly, they fled to bliss or woe! And every soul it passed me by, like the whizz of my crossbow!
 
 
 
LA FUENTE DE LOS ÁLAMOS
El agua resbala gota a gota por las rocas
Acariciando las flores y las hojas
Y su sonido como notas de instrumento
Se confunde con el discurso del viento
 
Caen en un lago donde los álamos sacian su sed
De lamentos, misterios y nombres que van con el viento
Y se han ahogado en el fondo de su ser
 
Melancolía y soledad absorbe ese lugar
Espíritus que describen los ojos verdes de una mujer.
 
Una mujer más hermosa que la luna
Cuyos ojos se confunden con el agua
Y sus vestidos como manos que la envuelven
Desde el el fondo de la fuente emergen
 
Sus rizos rojos brillan como hilos de luz bajo el sol
Y acarician la piel de su rostro ¿quién pudiera ser
El que abrazara en esta noche a esa mujer?
 
Él la buscó y la anheló, sus ojos soñó con ver
Viajó por el bosque con la intención de dar con ella otra vez
 
"¿eres demonio o eres mujer? yo sólo te quiero amar
No descansaré hasta conseguir tus labios poder besar"
 
Demonio o mujer yo te amaré, mis ojos podras mirar
Sólo para tí mis besos serán si al lago quieres entrar
 
Él la miraba desde lo alto de las rocas
Su cabello y sus ojos lo hechizaban
Fueron sus labios los que impulsaron su cuerpo
Sumergiéndolo en el lago con los ojos de su amor
 
Olas gigantes que os rompéis bramando
En las playas desiertas y remotas
Envuelto entre la sábana de espumas
¡llevadme con vosotras!
 
Ráfagas de huracán que arrebatáis
Del alto bosque las marchitas hojas
Arrastrado en el ciego torbellino
¡llevadme con vosotras!
 
Nubes de tempestad que rompe el rayo
Y en fuego ornáis las desprendidas orlas
Arrebatado entre la niebla oscura
¡llevadme con vosotras!
 
Llevadme por piedad, a dónde el vértigo
Con la razón me arranque la memoria
 
¡por piedad...!
 
¡tengo miedo de quedarme con mi dolor a solas!
 
 
 
TODOS LOS SANTOS
Era la vigila de todos los santos
un vivo fue a pescar donde los fuegos fatuos
brillaban traslúcidos en el manantial
 
cerca, un cortejo contempló en el bosque
peregrinación, doncellas engalanadas,
aureolas de lirios en flor
 
Vamos a la ronda, ven, sígueme
bebe de este vino y acompáñame
a la espesa fronda , en la noche en que
todos los difuntos se ponen de pie
 
almas errantes ¿Quién decís ser?
blancos sudarios cubren vuestra piel
me ofrecéis joyas, manjares de rey
del carruaje no tira ningún corcel
mujeres, hombres y niños os conjuráis
con místicos cantares sin cantar
desasosiego, aciaga confusión
estoy ciego, y herido mi corazón
 
(Morte eterna)
 
Aquel hombre vio a una muchacha que había muerto el año anterior
y, luego, uno tras otro, fue reconociendo a muchos de sus amigos fallecidos tiempo atrás.
Intentó escapar de ellos pero no pudo pues danzaron en círculo a su alrededor
y lo tomaron de los brazos, intentando atraerlo hacia su baile.
Y allí mismo, delante de ellos, cayó desmayado hasta el día siguiente,
en que se encontró tendido sobre la colina
Aunque el contacto con los muertos había ennegrecido sus brazos,
no encontró rastro alguno del oro que le habían entregado.
 
Triste, volvió a su casa casi sin aliento
llorando el dolor, engañado y herido
con un frio intenso en el corazón
 
Vamos a la ronda, ven, sígueme
bebe de este vino y acompáñame
a la espesa fronda, en la noche en que
todos los difuntos se ponen de pie
 
Vamos a la ronda...