<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916</id><updated>2011-09-02T13:43:40.136+02:00</updated><category term='Uriah Heep'/><category term='Eloy'/><category term='The Beatles'/><category term='Tori Amos'/><category term='Jethro Tull'/><category term='Supertramp'/><category term='The Doors'/><category term='Rush'/><category term='traducciones'/><category term='Nine Inch Nails'/><category term='Led Zeppelin'/><category term='Caravan'/><category term='Pink Floyd'/><category term='Iron Maiden'/><category term='ELP'/><category term='Neil Young'/><category term='Procol Harum'/><category term='Hawkwind'/><category term='King Crimson'/><category term='relatos'/><category term='Genesis'/><category term='Deep Purple'/><category term='Camel'/><category term='Jimi Hendrix'/><category term='Loreena McKennitt'/><category term='Bob Dylan'/><category term='Black Sabbath'/><title type='text'>En La Corte</title><subtitle type='html'>&amp;hellip;de El Rey Carmesí</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-439938672348269067</id><published>2007-09-07T18:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:22:57.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uriah Heep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><title type='text'>La Dama de Negro (Uriah Heep)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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        &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;La Dama de Negro&lt;/div&gt;
        &lt;p&gt;Ella vino a mi una mañana&lt;br /&gt;
        Una triste mañana de domingo&lt;br /&gt;
        Su largo cabello flotando&lt;br /&gt;
        Sobre el viento del invierno&lt;br /&gt;
        Desconozco como me encontró&lt;br /&gt;
        Puesto que en la oscuridad caminaba&lt;br /&gt;
        Y a mi alrededor yacía la desolación&lt;br /&gt;
        De una lucha que no podía ganar&lt;br /&gt;
        Ah ah ah&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Me pidió que nombrase a mi adversario y&lt;br /&gt;
        Le hablé de la necesidad&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;de algunos hombres]&lt;br /&gt;
        De luchar y matar a sus hermanos&lt;br /&gt;
        Sin pensar en el amor o en dios&lt;br /&gt;
        Y le supliqué me diera caballos&lt;br /&gt;
        Para pisotear a mis enemigos&lt;br /&gt;
        Tan ávida era mi pasión&lt;br /&gt;
        Por devorar esta vida desperdiciada&lt;br /&gt;
        Ah ah ah&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Pero ella no entendía las batallas que&lt;br /&gt;
        Reducen a los hombres a animales&lt;br /&gt;
        Tan fáciles de comenzar&lt;br /&gt;
        E imposibles de acabar&lt;br /&gt;
        Pues ella es la madre de nuestros hombres&lt;br /&gt;
        Quién me consoló tan sabiamente que&lt;br /&gt;
        Que temí volver a caminar solo&lt;br /&gt;
        Y le pregunté si podía quedarse&lt;br /&gt;
        Ah ah ah&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Oh dama prestame tu apoyo sincero&lt;br /&gt;
        Y deja que repose aquí a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;
        Ten fe y confianza&lt;br /&gt;
        En la paz me dijo&lt;br /&gt;
        Y llenó mi corazón de vida&lt;br /&gt;
        No hay fortaleza en los números&lt;br /&gt;
        No caigas en ese error&lt;br /&gt;
        Pero cuando me necesites&lt;br /&gt;
        Ten por seguro que no estaré lejos&lt;br /&gt;
        Ah ah ah&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Habiendo así hablado, se dio la vuelta&lt;br /&gt;
        Y a pesar de que no encontré palabras&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;que decir]&lt;br /&gt;
        Allí quedé y miré hasta que vi&lt;br /&gt;
        Su negro manto desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;
        Mi labor no es más fácil&lt;br /&gt;
        Pero ahora se que no estoy solo&lt;br /&gt;
        Encuentro nuevas fuerzas cada vez&lt;br /&gt;
        Que pienso en aquel ventoso día&lt;br /&gt;
        Y si alguna vez ella viene a ti&lt;br /&gt;
        Bebe profundamente de&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;sus sabias palabras]&lt;br /&gt;
        Toma coraje de ella&lt;br /&gt;
        Como tu recompensa&lt;br /&gt;
        Y saludala de mi parte&lt;br /&gt;
        Ah ah ah&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
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        &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Lady In Black&lt;/div&gt;
        &lt;p&gt;She came to me one morning&lt;br /&gt;
        One lonely sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;
        Her long hair flowing&lt;br /&gt;
        In the midwinter wind&lt;br /&gt;
        I know not how she found me&lt;br /&gt;
        For in darkness I was walking&lt;br /&gt;
        And destruction lay around me&lt;br /&gt;
        From a fight I could not win&lt;br /&gt;
        Ah ah ah&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;She asked me name my foe then&lt;br /&gt;
        I said the need&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;within some men]&lt;br /&gt;
        To fight and kill their brothers&lt;br /&gt;
        Without thought of love or god&lt;br /&gt;
        And I begged her give me horses&lt;br /&gt;
        To trample down my enemies&lt;br /&gt;
        So eager was my passion&lt;br /&gt;
        To devour this waste of life&lt;br /&gt;
        Ah ah ah&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;But she wouldn't think of battle that&lt;br /&gt;
        Reduces men to animals&lt;br /&gt;
        So easy to begin&lt;br /&gt;
        And yet impossible to end&lt;br /&gt;
        For she's the mother of our men&lt;br /&gt;
        Who counselled me so wisely then&lt;br /&gt;
        I feared to walk alone again&lt;br /&gt;
        And asked if she would stay&lt;br /&gt;
        Ah ah ah&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Oh lady lend your hand outright&lt;br /&gt;
        And let me rest here at your side&lt;br /&gt;
        Have faith and trust&lt;br /&gt;
        In peace she said&lt;br /&gt;
        And filled my heart with life&lt;br /&gt;
        There is no strength in numbers&lt;br /&gt;
        Have no such misconception&lt;br /&gt;
        But when you need me&lt;br /&gt;
        Be assured I wont be far away&lt;br /&gt;
        Ah ah ah&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Thus having spoke she turned away&lt;br /&gt;
        And though I found no words&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;to say]&lt;br /&gt;
        I stood and watched until I saw&lt;br /&gt;
        Her black coat disappear&lt;br /&gt;
        My labour is no easier&lt;br /&gt;
        But now I know I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;
        I find new heart each time&lt;br /&gt;
        I think upon that windy day&lt;br /&gt;
        And if one day she comes to you&lt;br /&gt;
        Drink deeply from&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;her words so wise]&lt;br /&gt;
        Take courage from her&lt;br /&gt;
        As your prize&lt;br /&gt;
        And say hello from me&lt;br /&gt;
        Ah ah ah&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
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        &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Perfectos Desconocidos&lt;/div&gt;
        &lt;p&gt;¿Puedes recordar, recordar mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;
        Mientras fluyo a través de tu vida?&lt;br /&gt;
        Un millar de oceanos he atravesado&lt;br /&gt;
        Y fríos espíritus de hielo&lt;br /&gt;
        Toda mi vida&lt;br /&gt;
        Soy el eco de tu pasado&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Estoy trayendo&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;el recuerdo de un punto en el tiempo]&lt;br /&gt;
        Rostros lejanos centellean&lt;br /&gt;
        Un millar de guerreros he conocido&lt;br /&gt;
        Y riendo mientras los espíritus aparecen&lt;br /&gt;
        Toda tu vida&lt;br /&gt;
        Sombras de otro día&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Y si me escuchas&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;hablando en el viento]&lt;br /&gt;
        Debes comprender&lt;br /&gt;
        Que debemos permanecer siendo&lt;br /&gt;
        Perfectos desconocidos&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Se que debo permanecer en&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;este silencioso pozo de dolor]&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Una hebra plateada&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;pendiendo del cielo]&lt;br /&gt;
        Tocando más de lo que ves&lt;br /&gt;
        La voz de las eras en tu mente&lt;br /&gt;
        Está ansiosa con la muerte de la noche&lt;br /&gt;
        Preciosa vida (tus lágrimas se pierden en&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;la lluvia que cae)]&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;Y si me escuchas&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;hablando en el viento]&lt;br /&gt;
        Debes comprender&lt;br /&gt;
        Que debemos permanecer siendo&lt;br /&gt;
        Perfectos desconocidos&lt;/p&gt;
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        &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Perfect Strangers&lt;/div&gt;
        &lt;p&gt;Can you remember, remember my name&lt;br /&gt;
        As I flow through your life&lt;br /&gt;
        A thousand oceans I have flown&lt;br /&gt;
        And cold spirits of ice&lt;br /&gt;
        All my life&lt;br /&gt;
        I am the echo of your past&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;I am returning&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;the echo of a point in time]&lt;br /&gt;
        Distant faces shine&lt;br /&gt;
        A thousand warriors I have known&lt;br /&gt;
        And laughing as the spirits appear&lt;br /&gt;
        All your life&lt;br /&gt;
        Shadows of another day&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;And if you hear me&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;talking on the wind]&lt;br /&gt;
        You've got to understand&lt;br /&gt;
        We must remain&lt;br /&gt;
        Perfect strangers&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;I know I must remain inside&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;this silent well of sorrow]&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;A strand of silver&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;hanging through the sky]&lt;br /&gt;
        Touching more than you see&lt;br /&gt;
        The voice of ages in your mind&lt;br /&gt;
        Is aching with the dead of the night&lt;br /&gt;
        Precious life (your tears are lost in&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;Falling rain)]&lt;/p&gt;

        &lt;p&gt;And if you hear me&lt;br /&gt;
        &amp;hellip;talking on the wind]&lt;br /&gt;
        You've got to understand&lt;br /&gt;
        We must remain&lt;br /&gt;
        Perfect strangers&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;El Hechicero&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;El era el hechicero&lt;br /&gt;
    De un millar de reyes&lt;br /&gt;
    Y tuve la ocasión de conocerlo&lt;br /&gt;
    Una noche mientras vagaba&lt;br /&gt;
    Me contó historias&lt;br /&gt;
    Y bebió mi vino&lt;br /&gt;
    Yo y mis hombres&lt;br /&gt;
    Nos sentimos a gusto&lt;/p&gt;                                 

    &lt;p&gt;Tenía una capa de oro&lt;br /&gt;
    Y ojos de fuego&lt;br /&gt;
    Y mientras hablaba&lt;br /&gt;
    Sentí un profundo deseo&lt;br /&gt;
    De liberar al mundo&lt;br /&gt;
    De su miedo y dolor&lt;br /&gt;
    Y de ayudar a las gentes&lt;br /&gt;
    A sentirse libres de nuevo&lt;/p&gt;                            

    &lt;p&gt;Por qué no escuchamos&lt;br /&gt;
    Las voces de nuestros corazones&lt;br /&gt;
    entonces se que descubriríamos que&lt;br /&gt;
    No somos tan distintos&lt;br /&gt;
    Todo el mundo debería ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;
    Cada uno debería cantar&lt;br /&gt;
    Porque conocemos el gozo de vivir&lt;br /&gt;
    La paz que el amor puede traer&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Así habló el hechicero&lt;br /&gt;
    En su hogar en la montaña&lt;br /&gt;
    La visión de su sabiduría&lt;br /&gt;
    Significa que nunca estaremos solos&lt;br /&gt;
    Y soñaré con mi noche mágica&lt;br /&gt;
    Y un millón de estrellas plateadas&lt;br /&gt;
    Que me guien con su luz&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;The Wizard&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;He was the wizard&lt;br /&gt;
    Of a thousand kings&lt;br /&gt;
    And I chanced to meet him&lt;br /&gt;
    One night wandering&lt;br /&gt;
    He told me tales&lt;br /&gt;
    And he drank my wine&lt;br /&gt;
    Me and my magic man&lt;br /&gt;
    Kinda feeling fine&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;He had a cloak of gold&lt;br /&gt;
    And eyes of fire&lt;br /&gt;
    And as he spoke&lt;br /&gt;
    I felt a deep desire&lt;br /&gt;
    To free the world&lt;br /&gt;
    Of its fear and pain&lt;br /&gt;
    And help the people&lt;br /&gt;
    To feel free again&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Why dont we listen to&lt;br /&gt;
    The voices in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;
    cause then I know we'd find&lt;br /&gt;
    We're not so far apart&lt;br /&gt;
    Everybody's got to be happy&lt;br /&gt;
    Everyone should sing&lt;br /&gt;
    For we know the joy of life&lt;br /&gt;
    The peace that love can bring&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;So spoke the wizard&lt;br /&gt;
    In his mountain home&lt;br /&gt;
    The vision of his wisdom&lt;br /&gt;
    Means we'll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;
    And I will dream of my magic night&lt;br /&gt;
    And a million silver stars&lt;br /&gt;
    That guide me with their light&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Humo Sobre el Agua&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Llegamos a Montreux&lt;br /&gt;
    A las orillas del lago Ginebra&lt;br /&gt;
    Para grabar algo con una unidad móvil&lt;br /&gt;
    No teníamos mucho tiempo&lt;br /&gt;
    Frank Zappa y las Madres&lt;br /&gt;
    Tocaban en el mejor sitio de los alrededores&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero algún estúpido con una bengala&lt;br /&gt;
    Quemó el lugar hasta los cimientos&lt;br /&gt;
    Humo sobre el agua, fuego en el cielo&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Quemaron la casa de apuestas&lt;br /&gt;
    Se colapsó con un tremendo estruendo&lt;br /&gt;
    El extravagante Claude&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;corría de un lado a otro]&lt;br /&gt;
    Sacando chavales de las ruinas&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando todo acabó&lt;br /&gt;
    Tuvimos que buscarnos otro sitio&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero nuestro tiempo suizo se agotaba&lt;br /&gt;
    Parecía que perderíamos la carrera&lt;br /&gt;
    Humo sobre el agua, fuego en el cielo&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Terminamos en el Grand Hotel&lt;br /&gt;
    Estaba vacío, frío y desolado&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero con el camión de los rolling stones&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;justo a la entrada]&lt;br /&gt;
    Haciendo nuestra música alli&lt;br /&gt;
    Con unas cuantas luces rojas&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y unas viejas camas]&lt;br /&gt;
    Construimos un sitio en el que sudar&lt;br /&gt;
    No importa lo que saquemos de esto&lt;br /&gt;
    Se que jamás lo olvidaremos&lt;br /&gt;
    Humo sobre el agua, fuego en el cielo&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Smoke On The Water&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;We all came out to Montreux&lt;br /&gt;
    On the lake Geneva shoreline&lt;br /&gt;
    To make records with a mobile&lt;br /&gt;
    We didn't have much time&lt;br /&gt;
    Frank Zappa And The Mothers&lt;br /&gt;
    Were at the best place around&lt;br /&gt;
    But some stupid with a flare gun&lt;br /&gt;
    Burned the place to the ground&lt;br /&gt;
    Smoke on the water, fire in the sky&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;They burned down the gambling house&lt;br /&gt;
    It died with an awful sound&lt;br /&gt;
    Funky Claude&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;was running in and out]&lt;br /&gt;
    Pulling kids out the ground&lt;br /&gt;
    When it all was over&lt;br /&gt;
    We had to find another place&lt;br /&gt;
    But swiss time was running out&lt;br /&gt;
    It seemed that we would lose the race&lt;br /&gt;
    Smoke on the water, fire in the sky&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;We ended up at the Grand Hotel&lt;br /&gt;
    It was empty cold and bare&lt;br /&gt;
    But with the rolling stones truck thing&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;just outside]&lt;br /&gt;
    Making our music there&lt;br /&gt;
    With a few red lights&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and a few old beds]&lt;br /&gt;
    We make a place to sweat&lt;br /&gt;
    No matter what we get out of this&lt;br /&gt;
    I know we'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;
    Smoke on the water, fire in the sky&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Tarkus&lt;/div&gt;

    &lt;p style="font-variant:small-caps;"&gt;I. Las Lápidas de los Años&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¿Han visto alguna vez tus ojos el alba?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Te ha hecho la vida así de incauto?&lt;br /&gt;
    Toma conciencia, existes.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Has hablado a los vientos del tiempo?,&lt;br /&gt;
    Entonces conocerás como el agua hace rimas.&lt;br /&gt;
    El gusto del vino,&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Cómo puedes saber donde has estado?&lt;br /&gt;
    A su tiempo se te revelará la señal,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y te darás cuenta de tu pecado.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Comprenderás como la semilla es sembrada?&lt;br /&gt;
    Todo tu tiempo ha sido sobredilatado,&lt;br /&gt;
    Nunca conocido.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Has caminado sobre las lápidas de los años?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Cuando hablas, eres tú el que escucha?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Están tus oidos completos?&lt;br /&gt;
    No puedes oir nada en absoluto.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p style="font-variant:small-caps;"&gt;II. Masa&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El predicador formuló una plegaria,&lt;br /&gt;
    Protege cada pelo sobre su cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;
    Está muerto.&lt;br /&gt;
    El pastor del odio acaba de llegar&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;demasiado tarde para dejarlo atras.]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿A quién le importa?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡El tejedor en la urdimbre que él tejió!&lt;br /&gt;
    El peregrino andaba de aquí para allá,&lt;br /&gt;
    Cometiendo todos los pecados que podía&lt;br /&gt;
    Muy bien&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    El cardenal de la pesadumbre&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;se aferraba a su creencia&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;de haberse salvado]&lt;br /&gt;
    De la tumba&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡El tejedor en la urdimbre que él tejió!&lt;br /&gt;
    El sumo sacerdote tomó una hoja&lt;br /&gt;
    Para bendecir a aquellos que oraron,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y todos obedecieron.&lt;br /&gt;
    El mensajero del miedo crece lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;cercano está el momento,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Una señal.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡El tejedor en la urdimbre que él tejió!&lt;br /&gt;
    Un Obispo tañe una campana,&lt;br /&gt;
    Un manto de oscuridad se cierne&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;sobre el terreno,]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡Sin un sólo sonido!&lt;br /&gt;
    El coro silencioso canta&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y en su silencio,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Traen lentos sonidos, retumbantes armónicos.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡El tejedor en la urdimbre que él tejió!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p style="font-variant:small-caps;"&gt;III. Campo de Batalla&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Limpia el campo de batalla y déjame ver&lt;br /&gt;
    El gran beneficio obtenido de nuestra victoria&lt;br /&gt;
    Hablas de libertad,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;niños desnutridos mueren.]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Estás sordo cuando puedes oir&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;la llamada de la estación?]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Estabas allí para ver&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;a la tierra ser arrasada?]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Permaneciste al lado de la llamarada espectral?&lt;br /&gt;
    Debes saber que las hojas del sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;volvieron su cara,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Diseminadas sobre las cenizas de la desgracia.&lt;br /&gt;
    Cada hoja está afilada; las flechas vuelan&lt;br /&gt;
    Somos víctimas de la mentira de tus ejercitos,&lt;br /&gt;
    Donde las hojas de hierba&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y las flechas llueven]&lt;br /&gt;
    Entonces no habrá más sufrimiento,&lt;br /&gt;
    No habrá dolor&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Tarkus&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p style="font-variant:small-caps;"&gt;I. Stones Of Years&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;
    Have the days made you so unwise?&lt;br /&gt;
    Realize, you are.&lt;br /&gt;
    Had you talked to the winds of time?,&lt;br /&gt;
    Then you'd know how the water rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;
    Taste of wine,&lt;br /&gt;
    How can you know where you've been?&lt;br /&gt;
    In time you'll see the sign,&lt;br /&gt;
    And realize your sin.&lt;br /&gt;
    Will you know how the seed is sown?&lt;br /&gt;
    All your time has been overgrown,&lt;br /&gt;
    Never known.&lt;br /&gt;
    Have you walked on the stones of years?&lt;br /&gt;
    When you speak, is it you that hears?&lt;br /&gt;
    Are your ears full?&lt;br /&gt;
    You can't hear anything at all.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p style="font-variant:small-caps;"&gt;II. Mass&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The preacher said a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;
    Save ev'ry single hair on his head.&lt;br /&gt;
    He's dead.&lt;br /&gt;
    The minister of hate had just arrived&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;too late to be spared.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Who cared?&lt;br /&gt;
    The weaver in the web that he made!&lt;br /&gt;
    The pilgrim wandered in,&lt;br /&gt;
    Commiting ev'ry sin that he could&lt;br /&gt;
    So good&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    The cardinal of grief&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;was set in his belief&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;he'd saved]&lt;br /&gt;
    From the grave&lt;br /&gt;
    The weaver in the web that he made!&lt;br /&gt;
    The high priest took a blade&lt;br /&gt;
    To bless the ones that prayed,&lt;br /&gt;
    And all obeyed.&lt;br /&gt;
    The messenger of fear is slowly growing,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;nearer to the time,]&lt;br /&gt;
    A sign.&lt;br /&gt;
    The weaver in the web that he made!&lt;br /&gt;
    A Bishop rings a bell,&lt;br /&gt;
    A cloak of darkness fell&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;across the ground,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Without a sound!&lt;br /&gt;
    The silent choir sing&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and in their silence,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.&lt;br /&gt;
    The weaver in the web that he made!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p style="font-variant:small-caps;"&gt;III. Battlefield&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Clear the battlefield and let me see&lt;br /&gt;
    All the profit from our victory.&lt;br /&gt;
    You talk of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;starving children fall.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Are you deaf when you hear&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;the season's call?]&lt;br /&gt;
    Were you there to watch&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;the earth be scorched?]&lt;br /&gt;
    Did you stand beside the spectral torch?&lt;br /&gt;
    Know the leaves of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;turned their face,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;
    Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly&lt;br /&gt;
    We're the victims of your armies lie,&lt;br /&gt;
    Where the blades of grass&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and arrows rain]&lt;br /&gt;
    Then there will be no sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;
    Be no pain&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-2268081931388241821?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2268081931388241821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=2268081931388241821' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/2268081931388241821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/2268081931388241821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/tarkus-emerson-lake-palmer.html' title='Tarkus (Emerson, lake &amp;amp; Palmer)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-458080771552240857</id><published>2007-06-08T19:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:40:34.620+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><title type='text'>Dinero (Pink Floyd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Dinero&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Dinero, se agota&lt;br /&gt;
    Consigue un trabajo mejor pagado&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y ya está]&lt;br /&gt;
    Dinero, es volátil&lt;br /&gt;
    Agarra esa pasta con ambas manos&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y guárdala en la reserva secreta]&lt;br /&gt;
    Coche nuevo, caviar,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;ensoñaciones de cuatro estrellas,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Creo que me compraré un equipo de fútbol&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Dinero, vuelve&lt;br /&gt;
    Estoy bien Jack manten tus manos&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;fuera de mi montón.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Dinero, es un éxito&lt;br /&gt;
    No me vengas con&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;esa mierda de hacer cosas buenas]&lt;br /&gt;
    Estoy en el exclusivo&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;grupo de viajeros de primera clase]&lt;br /&gt;
    y creo que necesito un _Lear_ jet&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Dinero, es un crímen&lt;br /&gt;
    Compártelo de forma justa pero&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;no cojas ni una rodaja de mi pastel]&lt;br /&gt;
    Dinero, eso dicen&lt;br /&gt;
    Es la fuente de todo mal hoy en día&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero si pides un aumento&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;no te sorprendes si]&lt;br /&gt;
    no te lo conceden&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Money&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Money, get away&lt;br /&gt;
    Get a good job with more pay&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and you're okay]&lt;br /&gt;
    Money, it's a gas&lt;br /&gt;
    Grab that cash with both hands&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and make a stash]&lt;br /&gt;
    New car, caviar,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;four star daydream,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Think I'll buy me a football team&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Money, get back&lt;br /&gt;
    I'm alright Jack keep your hands&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;off my stack.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Money, it's a hit&lt;br /&gt;
    Don't give me that&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;do goody good bullshit]&lt;br /&gt;
    I'm in the hi-fidelity&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;first class travelling set]&lt;br /&gt;
    and I think I need a Lear jet&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Money, it's a crime&lt;br /&gt;
    Share it fairly but&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;don't take a slice of my pie]&lt;br /&gt;
    Money, so they say&lt;br /&gt;
    Is the root of all evil today&lt;br /&gt;
    But if you ask for a raise&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;it's no surprise that they're]&lt;br /&gt;
    giving none away&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-458080771552240857?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/458080771552240857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=458080771552240857' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/458080771552240857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/458080771552240857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/dinero-pink-floyd.html' title='Dinero (Pink Floyd)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-2330479005961217517</id><published>2007-06-08T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:41:02.417+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimi Hendrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><title type='text'>Bruma Púrpura (Jimi Hendrix)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Bruma Púrpura&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Bruma Púrpura en mi cerebro&lt;br /&gt;
    Últimamente las cosas no parecen las mismas&lt;br /&gt;
    Actuando de forma extraña, y no se por qué&lt;br /&gt;
    Discúlpame mientras beso el cielo&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Bruma Púrpura a mi alrededor&lt;br /&gt;
    No se si vengo o si voy&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Soy feliz o en la desdicha estoy?&lt;br /&gt;
    Sea lo que sea esa chica me ha hechizado&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Bruma Púrpura cubriendo mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;
    No se si es de día a de noche&lt;br /&gt;
    Me haces perder, perder la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Es ya mañana, o el fin del tiempo?&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Purple Haze&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Purple haze all in my brain&lt;br /&gt;
    Lately things just don't seem the same&lt;br /&gt;
    Actin' funny, but I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;
    'Scuse me while I kiss the sky&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Purple haze all around&lt;br /&gt;
    Don't know if I'm comin' up or down&lt;br /&gt;
    Am I happy or in misery?&lt;br /&gt;
    Whatever it is that girl put a spell on me&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Purple haze all in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
    Don't know if it's day or night&lt;br /&gt;
    You got me blowin', blowin' my mind&lt;br /&gt;
    Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Esperando a los Gusanos&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;¡Ein! ¡Zwei! ¡Drei! ¡Martillo!&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooooh, no puedes alcanzarme ahora&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooooh, no importa cuanto lo intentes&lt;br /&gt;
    Adios, mundo cruel, se acabó&lt;br /&gt;
    Márchate.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Sentado en un búnker&lt;br /&gt;
    Aquí tras mi muro&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando la llegada de los gusanos&lt;br /&gt;
    En perfecto aislamiento&lt;br /&gt;
    Aquí tras mi muro&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando la llegada de los gusanos&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;(Megáfono: Se convoca a la audiencia a acudir&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;a la 1:15 en el ayuntamiento de Brixton&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;donde estaremos&amp;hellip;)]&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando (a escardar el rastrojo).&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando (a limpiar la ciudad).&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando (a seguir a los gusanos).&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando (a vestir una camisa negra).&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando (a erradicar a los débiles).&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando (a golpear sus ventanas&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y patear sus puertas)]&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando (a la solución final&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;que fortalecerá la cepa).]&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando a seguir a los gusanos.&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando (a abrir las duchas&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y alimentar los hornos).]&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando (a que las reinonas los tiznados&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y los Rojos y los Judíos).]&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando (sean pasto de los gusanos).&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Te gustaría ver&lt;br /&gt;
    (fondo: ¿Te Gustaría vernos&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;gobernar de nuevo, amigo?)]&lt;br /&gt;
    a Britannia gobernar de nuevo, amigo?&lt;br /&gt;
    Todo lo que tienes que hacer es&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;seguir a los gusanos.]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Te gustaría mandar&lt;br /&gt;
    (fondo: ¿Te gustaría mandarles&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;a casa de nuevo, amigo mío?)]&lt;br /&gt;
    A nuestros primos de color a su hogar,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;amigo mío?]&lt;br /&gt;
    Todo lo que tienes que hacer es&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;seguir a los gusanos.]&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Waiting For The Worms&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Ein! Zwei! Drei! Hammer!&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooooh, you cannot reach me now&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooooh, no matter how you try&lt;br /&gt;
    Goodbye, cruel world, it's over&lt;br /&gt;
    Walk on by.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Sitting in a bunker&lt;br /&gt;
    Here behind my wall&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting for the worms to come&lt;br /&gt;
    In perfect isolation&lt;br /&gt;
    Here behind my wall&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting for the worms to come&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;(Megaphone: Will the audience convene at&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;one fifteen outside Brixton Town Hall&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;where we will be&amp;hellip;)]&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting (to cut out the deadwood).&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting (to clean up the city).&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting (to follow the worms).&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting (to put on a black shirt).&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting (to weed out the weaklings).&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting (to smash in their windows&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and kick in their doors)]&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting (for the final solution&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;to strengthen the strain).]&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting to follow the worms.&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting (to turn on the showers&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and fire the ovens).]&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting (for the queens and the coons&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and the Reds and the Jews).]&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting (to follow the worms).&lt;br /&gt;
    Would you like to see&lt;br /&gt;
    (background: Would you like to see&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;us rule again, my friend?)]&lt;br /&gt;
    Britannia rule again, my friend?&lt;br /&gt;
    All you have to do is&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;follow the worms.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Would you like to send&lt;br /&gt;
    (background: Would you like to&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;send them home again, my friend?)]&lt;br /&gt;
    Our colored cousins home again,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;my friend?]&lt;br /&gt;
    All you have to do is&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;follow the worms.]&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-2581430548640189435?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2581430548640189435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=2581430548640189435' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/2581430548640189435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/2581430548640189435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/esperando-los-gusanos-pink-floyd.html' title='Esperando a los Gusanos (Pink Floyd)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-5906039207807368004</id><published>2007-06-07T19:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:29:07.021+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jethro Tull'/><title type='text'>Aqualung (Jethro Tull)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Aqualung&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Sentado en un banco del parque&lt;br /&gt;
    mirando con malas intenciones a las niñas.&lt;br /&gt;
    Su nariz moqueando&lt;br /&gt;
    dedos grasientos manchando ropas andrajosas.&lt;br /&gt;
    Secándose al frío sol&lt;br /&gt;
    Observando el paso de las bragas de encaje.&lt;br /&gt;
    Sintiéndose como un miserable&lt;br /&gt;
    escupiendo trozos de su quebrada suerte.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El sol centelleando frío&lt;br /&gt;
    un viejo vagabundeando solitario.&lt;br /&gt;
    Tomándose su tiempo&lt;br /&gt;
    de la única forma que conoce.&lt;br /&gt;
    La pierna doliéndole a rabiar,&lt;br /&gt;
    al agacharse a recoger una colilla&lt;br /&gt;
    baja al atracadero&lt;br /&gt;
    y calienta sus pies.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Sintiendose sólo&lt;br /&gt;
    el ejercito está a la vuelta de la esquina&lt;br /&gt;
    salvación à la mode y&lt;br /&gt;
    una taza de té.&lt;br /&gt;
    Aqualung amigo&lt;br /&gt;
    no te pongas nervioso&lt;br /&gt;
    pobre viejo cabrón, mira, soy sólo yo.&lt;br /&gt;
    Te acuerdas todavía&lt;br /&gt;
    de la helada niebla en Diciembre&lt;br /&gt;
    cuando el hielo que&lt;br /&gt;
    cuelga de tus barbas es&lt;br /&gt;
    desesperante agonía.&lt;br /&gt;
    Y arrebatas a tu tiritera su último aliento&lt;br /&gt;
    sonando como un buzo en las profundidades,&lt;br /&gt;
    y las flores brotan como&lt;br /&gt;
    la locura en primavera.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Aqualung&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Sitting on a park bench&lt;br /&gt;
    eyeing little girls with bad intent.&lt;br /&gt;
    Snot running down his nose&lt;br /&gt;
    greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.&lt;br /&gt;
    Drying in the cold sun&lt;br /&gt;
    Watching as the frilly panties run.&lt;br /&gt;
    Feeling like a dead duck&lt;br /&gt;
    spitting out pieces of his broken luck.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Sun streaking cold&lt;br /&gt;
    an old man wandering lonely.&lt;br /&gt;
    Taking time&lt;br /&gt;
    the only way he knows.&lt;br /&gt;
    Leg hurting bad,&lt;br /&gt;
    as he bends to pick a dog-end&lt;br /&gt;
    he goes down to the bog&lt;br /&gt;
    and warms his feet.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;
    the army's up the rode&lt;br /&gt;
    salvation à la mode and&lt;br /&gt;
    a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;
    Aqualung my friend&lt;br /&gt;
    don't start away uneasy&lt;br /&gt;
    you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.&lt;br /&gt;
    Do you still remember&lt;br /&gt;
    December's foggy freeze&lt;br /&gt;
    when the ice that&lt;br /&gt;
    clings on to your beard is&lt;br /&gt;
    screaming agony.&lt;br /&gt;
    And you snatch your rattling last breaths&lt;br /&gt;
    with deep-sea-diver sounds,&lt;br /&gt;
    and the flowers bloom like&lt;br /&gt;
    madness in the spring.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-5906039207807368004?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5906039207807368004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=5906039207807368004' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/5906039207807368004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/5906039207807368004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/aqualung-jethro-tull.html' title='Aqualung (Jethro Tull)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-774437354153167543</id><published>2007-06-07T19:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:27:00.690+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jethro Tull'/><title type='text'>Mary La Bizca (Jethro Tull)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Mary La Bizca&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Quién sería pobre,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;mendigo, ladrón]&lt;br /&gt;
    si tuviera en la palma de la mano a un rico.&lt;br /&gt;
    Y quién robaría el caramelo&lt;br /&gt;
    de la risueña boca de una criatura&lt;br /&gt;
    si pudiera tomarlo del hombre adinerado.&lt;br /&gt;
    Mary La Bizca se lanza de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ella no firma contratos&lt;br /&gt;
    pero siempre sigue las reglas del juego.&lt;br /&gt;
    Cena en Hampstead village&lt;br /&gt;
    gachas cargadas a cuenta de gastos,&lt;br /&gt;
    y el barbero&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;la acerca a la escuela.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Riendo en el patio&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;no recibe empellones de los muchachitos:]&lt;br /&gt;
    antes lo haría con un franciscano lujurioso.&lt;br /&gt;
    O quizá atrae la atención de Aqualung,&lt;br /&gt;
    que observa a través de la barandilla&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;mientras juegan.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Mary La Bizca encuentra complicado&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;seguir adelante.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Ella es la chica con clase de los pobres&lt;br /&gt;
    y lo haría por una canción.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ella roba a los ricos&lt;br /&gt;
    pero sus servicios son de calidad e intensos:&lt;br /&gt;
    Ella es el Robin Hood de Highgate&lt;br /&gt;
    ayudando a los pobres a seguir adelante.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Cross-Eyed Mary&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Who would be a poor man,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;a beggarman, a thief]&lt;br /&gt;
    if he had a rich man in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;
    And who would steal the candy&lt;br /&gt;
    from a laughing baby's mouth&lt;br /&gt;
    if he could take it from the money man.&lt;br /&gt;
    Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.&lt;br /&gt;
    She signs no contract&lt;br /&gt;
    but she always plays the game.&lt;br /&gt;
    Dines in Hampstead village&lt;br /&gt;
    on expense accounted gruel,&lt;br /&gt;
    and the jack-knife barber&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;drops her off at school.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Laughing in the playground&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;gets no kicks from little boys:]&lt;br /&gt;
    would rather make it with a letching grey.&lt;br /&gt;
    Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung,&lt;br /&gt;
    who watches through the railings&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;as they play.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;to get along.]&lt;br /&gt;
    She's a poor man's rich girl&lt;br /&gt;
    and she'll do it for a song.&lt;br /&gt;
    She's a rich man stealer&lt;br /&gt;
    but her favour's good and strong:&lt;br /&gt;
    She's the Robin Hood of Highgate&lt;br /&gt;
    helps the poor man get along.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-774437354153167543?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/774437354153167543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=774437354153167543' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/774437354153167543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/774437354153167543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/jethro-tull-mary-la-bizca.html' title='Mary La Bizca (Jethro Tull)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-7159231078218789053</id><published>2007-06-06T19:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:34:21.063+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caravan'/><title type='text'>La Chica del Golf (Caravan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;La Chica del Golf&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Estaba en un campo de golf&lt;br /&gt;
    Vestido con P.V.C.&lt;br /&gt;
    Me topé inesperadamente con la Chica del Golf&lt;br /&gt;
    Vendiendo tazas de té&lt;br /&gt;
    Me preguntó si quería una&lt;br /&gt;
    Me preguntó con una mueca&lt;br /&gt;
    Por tres peniques puedes comprar una&lt;br /&gt;
    Llena hasta el borde&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Así que por supuesto tuve que tomar una&lt;br /&gt;
    De hecho pedí tres&lt;br /&gt;
    Para poder mirar a la Chica del Golf&lt;br /&gt;
    Me di cuenta de que me fascinaba&lt;br /&gt;
    Y más tarde en el campo de golf&lt;br /&gt;
    Después de beber té&lt;br /&gt;
    Empezó a llover pelotas de golf&lt;br /&gt;
    Y ella me protegió&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Su nombre era Pat&lt;br /&gt;
    Y nos sentamos bajo un árbol&lt;br /&gt;
    Ella me besó&lt;br /&gt;
    Salimos a dar paseos&lt;br /&gt;
    En el buen tiempo&lt;br /&gt;
    Juntos&lt;br /&gt;
    En el campo de golf&lt;br /&gt;
    Hablamos en morse&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Golf Girl&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Standing on a golf course&lt;br /&gt;
    Dressed in P.V.C.&lt;br /&gt;
    I chanced upon a Golf Girl&lt;br /&gt;
    Selling cups of tea&lt;br /&gt;
    She asked me did I want one&lt;br /&gt;
    Asked me with a grin&lt;br /&gt;
    For three pence you can buy one&lt;br /&gt;
    Full right to the brim&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;So of course I had to have one&lt;br /&gt;
    In fact I ordered three&lt;br /&gt;
    So I could watch the Golf Girl&lt;br /&gt;
    Could see she fancied me&lt;br /&gt;
    And later on the golf course&lt;br /&gt;
    After drinking tea&lt;br /&gt;
    It started raining golf balls&lt;br /&gt;
    And she protected me&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Her name was Pat&lt;br /&gt;
    And we sat under a tree&lt;br /&gt;
    She kissed me&lt;br /&gt;
    We go for walks&lt;br /&gt;
    In fine weather&lt;br /&gt;
    All together&lt;br /&gt;
    On the golf course&lt;br /&gt;
    We talk in morse&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-7159231078218789053?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7159231078218789053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=7159231078218789053' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/7159231078218789053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/7159231078218789053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-chica-del-golf-caravan.html' title='La Chica del Golf (Caravan)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-8326212815612447547</id><published>2007-06-06T19:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:34:32.466+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eloy'/><title type='text'>La Decadencia del Logos (Eloy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;La Decadencia del Logos&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Arrogante criatura secular&lt;br /&gt;
    mi venerado rey&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡rey de sabiduría y dolor!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Eres el único, el poderoso&lt;br /&gt;
    gobernando tan sabiamente&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡eres el pecado universal!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Guardián de la justicia&lt;br /&gt;
    ofreciendo socorro&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡víctima predilecta de&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;dioses que tu mismo creaste!]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Rey de cuatro continentes&lt;br /&gt;
    vacua mortaja&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡que corre a ayudar a los indigentes!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¡Oh mi heroe perfecto!&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡Ah mi poderoso compañero!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Eres el principe de los principios&lt;br /&gt;
    Eliminando la desobediencia con tu fuerza,&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡tu autocrática fuerza!&lt;br /&gt;
    No toleras la insolencia&lt;br /&gt;
    así que la arrancas de raíz&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;con la luz de tu arma,]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡la luz de Atomar!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Has nacido de tu violencia&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡y vives en contra de la verdad superior!&lt;br /&gt;
    Has nacido para vivir la ignorancia&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡y estás orgulloso de&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;asesinar tu juventud espiritual!]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Desde los confines del mar del sol poniente&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡sometes a toda la humanidad&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;a observar las reglas!]&lt;br /&gt;
    Arrojas tu espeluznante armamento&lt;br /&gt;
    contra los palacios y tesoros de nuestra mente.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Por eso debes recordar&lt;br /&gt;
    el deber que debes cumplir en la vida.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿O acaso es cierto que has renunciado a&lt;br /&gt;
    toda posibilidad de sobrevivir?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;En afilados triángulos dentados&lt;br /&gt;
    gotas de sangre esterilizada&lt;br /&gt;
    deliran furiosamente y sus sombras -&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡están cruzando mi horizonte!&lt;br /&gt;
    El hormigón se hace líquido, rezuma&lt;br /&gt;
    y se vierte sobre mis piernas - ¡Sí!&lt;br /&gt;
    Abundante materia febril.&lt;br /&gt;
    Superficie aspera - ¡rojo sangre!&lt;br /&gt;
    Incluso en el aire,&lt;br /&gt;
    que aún se desliza en silencio,&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡silencio inteligible!&lt;br /&gt;
    Siento el escurridizo, susurrante,&lt;br /&gt;
    lluvioso callejón sin salida.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡Colgando profundamente por encima&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;del mar en evaporación!]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡La señal final para la falsa verdad&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;se aproxima!]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Ha muerto el temor?&lt;br /&gt;
    Vanidad - demencia, tibia,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;caliente y verdadera,]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Quién redujo al enemigo?&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;¡Nos han traicionado!]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Por eso debes recordar&lt;br /&gt;
    el deber que debes cumplir en la vida,&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡en nuestra vida!&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿O acaso es cierto que has renunciado a&lt;br /&gt;
    nuestra posibilidad de sobrevivir?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡Juegas con la vida de todos nosotros!&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Decay Of The Logos&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Overbearing secular creature&lt;br /&gt;
    my worshipped king&lt;br /&gt;
    king of wisdom and pain!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;You are the one, the mighty one&lt;br /&gt;
    ruling so wise&lt;br /&gt;
    you're the universal sin!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Guardian of justice&lt;br /&gt;
    offering help&lt;br /&gt;
    favorite victim of&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;your self-made gods!]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Four-continent-king&lt;br /&gt;
    empty shroud&lt;br /&gt;
    who runs to the indigents aid!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Oh my perfect hero!&lt;br /&gt;
    Ah my mighty friend!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;You're the prince of principle&lt;br /&gt;
    wiping out disobedience with your might,&lt;br /&gt;
    autocratic might!&lt;br /&gt;
    You don't stand for backtalk&lt;br /&gt;
    so you root it all out&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;by your weapon's light,]&lt;br /&gt;
    the Atomar light!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;You are born into your violence&lt;br /&gt;
    and you live against superior truth!&lt;br /&gt;
    You are born to live the ignorance&lt;br /&gt;
    and you're proud to&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;kill your spiritual youth!]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;From the upper sea of the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;
    you submit all mankind&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;to toe the line!]&lt;br /&gt;
    You commit your frightful arms&lt;br /&gt;
    against the palaces and treasures of our mind.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;That's why your should remember&lt;br /&gt;
    the duty that's required by your life.&lt;br /&gt;
    Or is it true that you did surrender&lt;br /&gt;
    your possibility to survive?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;In taper indented triangles&lt;br /&gt;
    sterilized drops of blood&lt;br /&gt;
    are wildly raving along and their shadows -&lt;br /&gt;
    they are crossing my horizon!&lt;br /&gt;
    Concrete becomes liquid, sweats along&lt;br /&gt;
    and pours along through my legs - Alright!&lt;br /&gt;
    Extensive feverish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
    Rough surface - murderous red!&lt;br /&gt;
    Even in the air,&lt;br /&gt;
    which is still gliding quiet,&lt;br /&gt;
    quiet and understandable!&lt;br /&gt;
    I feel the slippery, whispering,&lt;br /&gt;
    rainy dead end street.&lt;br /&gt;
    Hanging deep above&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;the vaporing sea!]&lt;br /&gt;
    The final signal for low truth&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;approaches!]&lt;br /&gt;
    Fear did die?&lt;br /&gt;
    Vanity - insanity, warm,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;hot and true,]&lt;br /&gt;
    who cut the enemy down?&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;We are betrayed!]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;That's why your should remember&lt;br /&gt;
    the duty that's required by your life,&lt;br /&gt;
    by our life!&lt;br /&gt;
    Or is it true that you did surrender&lt;br /&gt;
    your possibility to survive?&lt;br /&gt;
    You play with all our life!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-8326212815612447547?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8326212815612447547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=8326212815612447547' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/8326212815612447547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/8326212815612447547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-decadencia-del-logos-eloy.html' title='La Decadencia del Logos (Eloy)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-4949566731715915450</id><published>2007-06-06T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:34:54.397+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><title type='text'>Otro Ladrillo en El Muro (Pink Floyd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="lyric_container"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Otro Ladrillo en El Muro (Parte I)&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Papi voló al otro lado del oceano&lt;br /&gt;
    Dejando sólo un recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;
    Una instantánea en el album familiar&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Papi que más dejaste para mi?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Papi, que dejaste atrás por mi!&lt;br /&gt;
    En definitiva no era más que&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;un ladrillo en el muro.]&lt;br /&gt;
    En definitiva no eran más que&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;ladrillos en el muro.]&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Another Brick in The Wall (Part I)&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Daddy's flown across the ocean&lt;br /&gt;
    Leaving just a memory&lt;br /&gt;
    Snapshot in the family album&lt;br /&gt;
    Daddy what else did you leave for me?&lt;br /&gt;
    Daddy, what'd'ja leave behind for me?!?&lt;br /&gt;
    All in all it was just&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;a brick in the wall.]&lt;br /&gt;
    All in all it was all just&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;bricks in the wall.]&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Otro Ladrillo en El Muro (Parte II)&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;No necesitamos educación&lt;br /&gt;
    No necesitamos férreo control&lt;br /&gt;
    Ni sarcasmo hiriente en el aula&lt;br /&gt;
    Maestro deja a los chicos en paz&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡Eh! ¡Maestro! ¡Deja a los chicos en paz!&lt;br /&gt;
    En definitiva no es más que&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;otro ladrillo en el muro]&lt;br /&gt;
    En definitiva no eres más que&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;otro ladrillo en el muro]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;(Con el coro de muchachos)&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;No necesitamos educación&lt;br /&gt;
    No necesitamos férreo control&lt;br /&gt;
    Ni sarcasmo hiriente en el aula&lt;br /&gt;
    Maestro déjanos a los chichos en paz&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡Eh! ¡Maestro! ¡Déjanos a los chicos en paz!&lt;br /&gt;
    En definitiva no es más que&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;otro ladrillo en el muro]&lt;br /&gt;
    En definitiva no eres más que&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;otro ladrillo en el muro]&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Another Brick in The Wall (Part II)&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;We don't need no education&lt;br /&gt;
    We don't need no thought control&lt;br /&gt;
    No dark sarcasm in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;
    Teacher leave them kids alone&lt;br /&gt;
    Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone!&lt;br /&gt;
    All in all it's just&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;another brick in the wall]&lt;br /&gt;
    All in all you're just&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;another brick in the wall]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;(With kids)&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;We don't need no education&lt;br /&gt;
    We don't need no thought control&lt;br /&gt;
    No dark sarcasm in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;
    Teacher leave us kids alone&lt;br /&gt;
    Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone!&lt;br /&gt;
    All in all it's just&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;another brick in the wall]&lt;br /&gt;
    All in all you're just&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;another brick in the wall]&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Otro Ladrillo en El Muro (Parte III)&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;No necesito brazos que me rodeen&lt;br /&gt;
    Y no necesito drogas que me calmen.&lt;br /&gt;
    He visto la escritura en el muro.&lt;br /&gt;
    No pienses que necesito nada en absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¡No! ¡No pienses que necesito nada en absoluto!&lt;br /&gt;
    En definitiva no eran más que&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;ladrillos en el muro.]&lt;br /&gt;
    En definitiva no erais más que&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;ladrillos en el muro.]&lt;/p&gt;
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  &lt;div class="lyrics_english"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Another Brick in The Wall (Part III)&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;I don't need no arms around me&lt;br /&gt;
    And I dont need no drugs to calm me.&lt;br /&gt;
    I have seen the writing on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;
    Don't think I need anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;
    No! Don't think I'll need anything at all!&lt;br /&gt;
    All in all it was all just&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;bricks in the wall.]&lt;br /&gt;
    All in all you were all just&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;bricks in the wall.]&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-4949566731715915450?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4949566731715915450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=4949566731715915450' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/4949566731715915450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/4949566731715915450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/otro-ladrillo-en-el-muro-pink-floyd.html' title='Otro Ladrillo en El Muro (Pink Floyd)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-7939968967252639349</id><published>2007-06-05T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:53:42.421+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relatos'/><title type='text'>De noche, en el coche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin: 3px;"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;¡Ahhhhhhhhhhhrgggg! Joder, que sueño. Venga coño, vete a la derecha
de una puta vez. Ufff, al final me haces pasarte por donde no debo,
comemierda. Alabado sea, ¡por fin! Anda que no te ha costado.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I just took a ride,&lt;br /&gt; on a
silver machine,&lt;br /&gt; and i'm still feeling mean.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pasada de canción. ¿Que hubiera sido de Hawkwind si Lemmy no la
hubiese cagado en Canadá y no le hubieran echado? Bueno, supongo que al
final habría pasado lo mismo, pero quizá tendríamos un par de discos
más con canciones como 'Silver Machine', 'Magnu', 'Motorhead' o 'Lost
Johnny'. Como formación eran altamente inestables &amp;mdash;y más con
Calvert&amp;mdash;, pero joder: que canciones.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;¡Me cago en diez! ¿Que coño! Joder, nunca entenderé esto de los
súbitos frenazos. Estamos en plena recta, carril izquierdo, M-45, siete
menos cuarto de la mañana: ¡Venga coño, a que esperamos?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hala, otro gilipollas. ¡Pasa, hombre, pasa! Y ahora se vuelve a ir
al centro. Como me gustaría tener una tanqueta en plan CSI Miami, a ver
si así tenían huevos para hacer pirulas. Ole el del camión, con dos
cojones y dieciséis ruedas, al centro sin intermitente y sin mirar, y
el pobre del fiesta ya se veía como Jonás al echársele encima el
leviatán.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style="font-style:italic;"&gt;
  &amp;ldquo;Now I've got that feeling once again,&lt;br /&gt;
  I can't explain, you would not understand.&lt;br /&gt;
  This is not how I am.&lt;br /&gt;
  And Iiiiiiiiiiii I become&amp;hellip; confortably numb&amp;rdquo;
&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Y ahora el solo. Ti ti riiiiii, ti ti riiiuww ti ri ri ri ti
tiuuuw,&amp;hellip; Sr. Gilmore: ¡que pasote! La verdad es que ya lo toco
bastante bien. Si tuviera una eléctrica sonaría mejor. A ver si me
aprendo el segundo, pero es que es inmenso y yo muy vago, pero tiempo
al tiempo.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;¡Hombre!, el gilipollas de antes. Pues ahora no pasas. ¡Que te
esperes ahí coño! Ya está bien de hacer el imbécil cambiando de carril
cada dos por tres. Subnormales como tu provocan los frenazos y los
accidentes, y lo peor es que casi nunca os pasa nada mientras que a los
demás les jodéis la vida. Y no me des las luces payaso, que el que va
tocando los cojones a todo el mundo eres tú.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Otro frenazo, ¿y ahora que pasaaaaaaa? Está saliendo el Sol. Que
chulo queda ahí contra la sierra madrileña, todo naranja. "el Sol se
alza rojo, se ha vertido sangre esta noche, Aragorn". Si le vestimos
como la selección de hace 20 años parecería que Naranjito está
pisoteando Cercedilla, como la escena en cazafantasmas con el muñeco
Michelín; por cierto que bajo caíste Sigourney, Ripley no volvió a ser la
misma.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pues nada, ya llegamos. Ahora pa la derecha y tranquilitos hasta la
salida. A ver si abren la conexión con la M-50, aunque me temo que va a
haber una cantidad ingente de ostias al cruzarse tantas direcciones y
carriles en tan poco espacio. Ingenieros de caminos, ¿no suena
absurdo?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style="font-style:italic;"&gt;
  &amp;ldquo;The yellow jester does not play,&lt;br /&gt;
  but gently pulls the strings,&lt;br /&gt;
  And smiles as the puppets dance,&lt;br /&gt;
  in the court of the Crimson King&amp;rdquo;
&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Pues ya estamos.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;¡Que ganas tengo de marcharme y ver de nuevo a mi pequeña!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-7939968967252639349?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7939968967252639349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=7939968967252639349' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/7939968967252639349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/7939968967252639349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/de-noche-en-el-coche.html' title='De noche, en el coche'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-503489926598329510</id><published>2007-06-05T17:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:45:28.644+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procol Harum'/><title type='text'>Un Tono más Blanco que el Pálido (Procol Harum)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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  &lt;div class="lyrics_spanish"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Un Tono más Blanco que el Pálido&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Nos saltamos el fandango ligero&lt;br /&gt;
    dando vueltas sobre el suelo.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Me sentía algo mareado&lt;br /&gt;
    pero la multitud pedía más.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El bullicio aumentaba en la sala&lt;br /&gt;
    mientras el techo se voló lejos.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Cuando pedimos otra bebida&lt;br /&gt;
    el camarero trajo una cubitera.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y así fue que más tarde&lt;br /&gt;
    mientras el molinero contaba su historia&lt;br /&gt;
    que su cara, al principio sólo fantasmal,&lt;br /&gt;
    se tornó un tono más blanco que el pálido.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Ella dijo, &amp;lsquo;No hay razón&lt;br /&gt;
    y la verdad es simple de ver.&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Pero rebusqué entre mis cartas&lt;br /&gt;
    y no la dejaría ser&lt;br /&gt;
    una de las dieciseis vírgenes vestales&lt;br /&gt;
    que zarpaban desde la costa&lt;br /&gt;
    y aunque mis ojos estaban abiertos&lt;br /&gt;
    podrían del mismo modo haber estado cerrados.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Ella dijo, &amp;lsquo;Mi hogar en la orilla dejo,&amp;rsquo;&lt;br /&gt;
    pensé que en verdad estabamos en el mar&lt;br /&gt;
    así que la agarré cerca del espejo&lt;br /&gt;
    y la obligué a confesar&lt;br /&gt;
    diciendo, &amp;lsquo;Debes ser la sirena&lt;br /&gt;
    que sacó a Neptuno a pasear.&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Pero ella me sonrío de forma tan triste&lt;br /&gt;
    que mi cólera se desvaneció al instante&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Si la música es el alimento del amor&lt;br /&gt;
    entonces la risa es su reina&lt;br /&gt;
    y del mismo modo si detrás está delante&lt;br /&gt;
    entonces lo sucio en realidad está limpio.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Mi lengua para entonces parecía de trapo&lt;br /&gt;
    como si resbalara directamente de mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;
    Así que nos sumergimos rápidamente&lt;br /&gt;
    y atacamos la cama del oceano.&lt;/p&gt;
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  &lt;div class="lyrics_english"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;A Whiter Shade Of Pale&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;We skipped the light fandango&lt;br /&gt;
    turned cartwheels 'cross the floor&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I was feeling kinda seasick&lt;br /&gt;
    but the crowd called out for more&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The room was humming harder&lt;br /&gt;
    as the ceiling flew away&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;When we called out for another drink&lt;br /&gt;
    the waiter brought a tray&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And so it was that later&lt;br /&gt;
    as the miller told his tale&lt;br /&gt;
    that her face, at first just ghostly,&lt;br /&gt;
    turned a whiter shade of pale.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;She said, &amp;lsquo;There is no reason&lt;br /&gt;
    and the truth is plain to see.&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;But I wandered through my playing cards&lt;br /&gt;
    and would not let her be&lt;br /&gt;
    one of sixteen vestal virgins&lt;br /&gt;
    who were leaving for the coast&lt;br /&gt;
    and although my eyes were open&lt;br /&gt;
    they might have just as well've been closed&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;She said, &amp;lsquo;I'm home on shore leave,&amp;rsquo;&lt;br /&gt;
    though in truth we were at sea&lt;br /&gt;
    so I took her by the looking glass&lt;br /&gt;
    and forced her to agree&lt;br /&gt;
    saying, &amp;lsquo;You must be the mermaid&lt;br /&gt;
    who took Neptune for a ride.&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;But she smiled at me so sadly&lt;br /&gt;
    that my anger straightway died&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;If music be the food of love&lt;br /&gt;
    then laughter is its queen&lt;br /&gt;
    and likewise if behind is in front&lt;br /&gt;
    then dirt in truth is clean&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;My mouth by then like cardboard&lt;br /&gt;
    seemed to slip straight through my head&lt;br /&gt;
    So we crash-dived straightway quickly&lt;br /&gt;
    and attacked the ocean bed.&lt;/p&gt;
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  &lt;div class="lyrics_spanish"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;El Fin&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Este es el fin&lt;br /&gt;
    Querido amigo&lt;br /&gt;
    Este es el fin&lt;br /&gt;
    Mi único amigo, el fin&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;De todos nuestros elaborados planes, el fin&lt;br /&gt;
    De todo lo que permanece, el fin&lt;br /&gt;
    Sin salvación o sorpresa, el fin&lt;br /&gt;
    Nunca volveré a mirar tus ojos&amp;hellip; de nuevo&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¿Puedes imaginar cómo será?&lt;br /&gt;
    Tan ilimitado y libre&lt;br /&gt;
    Necesitando desesperadamente&amp;hellip;la&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;mano de algún desconocido]&lt;br /&gt;
    En una&amp;hellip;tierra desesperada&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Perdido en un romántico páramo de dolor&lt;br /&gt;
    Y todos los crios están transtornados&lt;br /&gt;
    Todos los crios están transtornados&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando la lluvie veraniega, sí&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El peligro acecha a las afueras de la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;
    Conduce por la autovía del Rey, nena&lt;br /&gt;
    Extrañas visiones en la mina de oro&lt;br /&gt;
    Conduce por la autovía al oeste, nena&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Cabalga la serpiente, cabalga la serpiente&lt;br /&gt;
    Hacia el lago, el arcaico lago, nena&lt;br /&gt;
    La serpiente es larga, siete millas&lt;br /&gt;
    Cabalga la serpiente&amp;hellip;es longeva,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y su piel es fría]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El oeste es lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;
    El oeste es lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;
    Ven aquí, y nosotros haremos el resto&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El autobús azul nos llama&lt;br /&gt;
    El autobús azul nos llama&lt;br /&gt;
    Conductor, ¿dónde nos has traido?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El asesino despierta antes del alba,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;se calza sus botas]&lt;br /&gt;
    Toma una máscara de la vetusta galería&lt;br /&gt;
    Y se aleja atravesando el corredor&lt;br /&gt;
    Entra en la habitación&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;donde vivía su hermana,&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y&amp;hellip;entonces él]&lt;br /&gt;
    Hace una visita a su hermano, y entonces él&lt;br /&gt;
    Él se aleja atravesando el corredor, y&lt;br /&gt;
    Y se llega a una puerta&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y mira al interior]&lt;br /&gt;
    Padre, sí hijo, Quiero matarte&lt;br /&gt;
    Madre&amp;hellip;Quiero&amp;hellip;follarte&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Vamos nena, arriesgate con nosotros&lt;br /&gt;
    Vamos nena, arriesgate con nosotros&lt;br /&gt;
    Vamos nena, arriesgate con nosotros&lt;br /&gt;
    Y queda conmigo al fondo del autobús azul&lt;br /&gt;
    Haciendo rock triste&lt;br /&gt;
    En un bus azul&lt;br /&gt;
    Haciendo rock triste&lt;br /&gt;
    Vamos, sí&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Mata, mata, mata, mata, mata, mata&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Esto es el fin&lt;br /&gt;
    Querido amigo&lt;br /&gt;
    Esto es el fin&lt;br /&gt;
    Mi único amigo, el fin&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Duele hacerte libre&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero nunca me seguirías&lt;br /&gt;
    El fin de las risas y las mentirijillas&lt;br /&gt;
    El fin de las noches en las que intentamos morir&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Esto es el fin&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;/div&gt;
  &lt;div class="lyrics_english"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;This is the end&lt;br /&gt;
    Beautiful friend&lt;br /&gt;
    This is the end&lt;br /&gt;
    My only friend, the end&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Of our elaborate plans, the end&lt;br /&gt;
    Of everything that stands, the end&lt;br /&gt;
    No safety or surprise, the end&lt;br /&gt;
    I'll never look into your eyes&amp;hellip;again&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Can you picture what will be?&lt;br /&gt;
    So limitless and free&lt;br /&gt;
    Desperately in need&amp;hellip;of some&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;stranger's hand]&lt;br /&gt;
    In a&amp;hellip;desperate land&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Lost in a Roman&amp;hellip;wilderness of pain&lt;br /&gt;
    And all the children are insane&lt;br /&gt;
    All the children are insane&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting for the summer rain, yeah&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;There's danger on the edge of town&lt;br /&gt;
    Ride the King's highway, baby&lt;br /&gt;
    Weird scenes inside the gold mine&lt;br /&gt;
    Ride the highway west, baby&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Ride the snake, ride the snake&lt;br /&gt;
    To the lake, the ancient lake, baby&lt;br /&gt;
    The snake is long, seven miles&lt;br /&gt;
    Ride the snake&amp;hellip;he's old,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and his skin is cold]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The west is the best&lt;br /&gt;
    The west is the best&lt;br /&gt;
    Get here, and we'll do the rest&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The blue bus is callin' us&lt;br /&gt;
    The blue bus is callin' us&lt;br /&gt;
    Driver, where you taken' us?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The killer awoke before dawn,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;he put his boots on]&lt;br /&gt;
    He took a face from the ancient gallery&lt;br /&gt;
    And he walked on down the hall&lt;br /&gt;
    He went into the room&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;where his sister lived,&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and&amp;hellip;then he]&lt;br /&gt;
    Paid a visit to his brother, and then he&lt;br /&gt;
    He walked on down the hall, and&lt;br /&gt;
    And he came to a door&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and he looked inside]&lt;br /&gt;
    Father, yes son, I want to kill you&lt;br /&gt;
    Mother&amp;hellip;I want to&amp;hellip;fuck you&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;C'mon baby, take a chance with us&lt;br /&gt;
    C'mon baby, take a chance with us&lt;br /&gt;
    C'mon baby, take a chance with us&lt;br /&gt;
    And meet me at the back of the blue bus&lt;br /&gt;
    Doin' a blue rock&lt;br /&gt;
    On a blue bus&lt;br /&gt;
    Doin' a blue rock&lt;br /&gt;
    C'mon, yeah&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;This is the end&lt;br /&gt;
    Beautiful friend&lt;br /&gt;
    This is the end&lt;br /&gt;
    My only friend, the end&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;It hurts to set you free&lt;br /&gt;
    But you'll never follow me&lt;br /&gt;
    The end of laughter and soft lies&lt;br /&gt;
    The end of nights we tried to die&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;This is the end&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-5702585772160668053?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5702585772160668053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=5702585772160668053' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/5702585772160668053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/5702585772160668053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-fin-doors.html' title='El Fin (The Doors)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-4563230243271239826</id><published>2007-06-04T18:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:47:00.749+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><title type='text'>Desearía Que Estuvieras Aquí (Pink Floyd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Desearía Que Estuvieras Aquí&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Así que, así que piensas que puedes distinguir&lt;br /&gt;
    El Paraiso del Infierno,&lt;br /&gt;
    Cielos azules del dolor.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Puedes distinguir un verde prado&lt;br /&gt;
    De un frío rail de acero?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Una sonrisa de una mueca?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Crees que puedes distinguirlos?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¿Te obligaron a trocar&lt;br /&gt;
    Tus heroes por fantasmas?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Cenizas ardientes por árboles?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Aire sofocante por la fresca brisa?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Tranquilo bienestar por cambio?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿E intercambiaste&lt;br /&gt;
    Tu participación en la guerra&lt;br /&gt;
    A cambio de un papel principal en una jaula?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Como desearía,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;como desearía que estuvieras aquí.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Somos simplemente dos almas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;
    Nadando en una pecera,&lt;br /&gt;
    Año tras año,&lt;br /&gt;
    Corriendo sobre el mismo viejo terreno.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Qué hemos encontrado?&lt;br /&gt;
    Los mismos mismos viejos miedos.&lt;br /&gt;
    Desearía que estuvieras aquí.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Wish You Where Here&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;So, so you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;
    Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;
    Blue skys from pain.&lt;br /&gt;
    Can you tell a green field&lt;br /&gt;
    From a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;
    A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;
    Do you think you can tell?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And did they get you to trade&lt;br /&gt;
    Your heros for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;
    Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;
    Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;
    Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;
    And did you exchange&lt;br /&gt;
    A walk on part in the war&lt;br /&gt;
    For a lead role in a cage?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;How I wish,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;how I wish you were here.]&lt;br /&gt;
    We're just two lost souls&lt;br /&gt;
    Swimming in a fish bowl,&lt;br /&gt;
    Year after year,&lt;br /&gt;
    Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;
    What have we found?&lt;br /&gt;
    The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;
    Wish you were here.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-4563230243271239826?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4563230243271239826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=4563230243271239826' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/4563230243271239826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/4563230243271239826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/deseara-que-estuvieras-aqu-pink-floyd.html' title='Desearía Que Estuvieras Aquí (Pink Floyd)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-5084102222628282435</id><published>2007-06-04T18:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:46:40.395+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><title type='text'>Tiempo (Pink Floyd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Tiempo&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Marcando cada instante&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;que compone el monótono día]&lt;br /&gt;
    Desperdicias y malgastas las horas&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;sin premeditación alguna.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Jugueteando en un trozo de terreno&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;de la ciudad en la que vives]&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando que alguien o algo&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;te enseñe el camino.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Cansado de yacer al sol&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;quedándote en casa a ver llover.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Eres joven y la vida es larga&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y hay tiempo que matar hoy.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Y entonces un día te das cuenta&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;diez años se han echado a tus espaldas.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Nadie te dijo cuando correr,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;te perdiste el disparo de salida.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Así que corres y corres para alcanzar el sol&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;pero se está hundiendo]&lt;br /&gt;
    Corriendo para aparecer tras de ti otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;
    El sol es el mismo relativamente hablando&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;pero tu eres más viejo,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Tienes menos aliento&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y estás un día más cerca de la muerte.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Cada año se hace más corto&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;nunca pareces encontrar tiempo suficiente.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Planes que o bien se quedan en nada&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;o a medias garabateados en una página]&lt;br /&gt;
    Ahorcarse en callada desesperación&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;es el modo Inglés]&lt;br /&gt;
    El tiempo se agotó, la canción se terminó,&lt;br /&gt;
    Pensé que tenía algo más que decir.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Time&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Ticking away the moments&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;that make up a dull day]&lt;br /&gt;
    You fritter and waste the hours&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;in an offhand way.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Kicking around on a piece of ground&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;in your home town]&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting for someone or something&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;to show you the way.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;staying home to watch the rain.]&lt;br /&gt;
    You are young and life is long&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and there is time to kill today.]&lt;br /&gt;
    And then one day you find&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;ten years have got behind you.]&lt;br /&gt;
    No one told you when to run,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;you missed the starting gun.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;So you run and you run to catch up with the sun&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;but it's sinking]&lt;br /&gt;
    Racing around to come up behind you again.&lt;br /&gt;
    The sun is the same in a relative way&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;but you're older,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Shorter of breath&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and one day closer to death.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Every year is getting shorter&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;never seem to find the time.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Plans that either come to naught&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;or half a page of scribbled lines]&lt;br /&gt;
    Hanging on in quiet desperation&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;is the English way]&lt;br /&gt;
    The time is gone, the song is over,&lt;br /&gt;
    Thought I'd something more to say.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-5084102222628282435?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5084102222628282435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=5084102222628282435' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/5084102222628282435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/5084102222628282435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/tiempo-pink-floyd.html' title='Tiempo (Pink Floyd)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-7715905198025201906</id><published>2007-06-04T18:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:47:50.801+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawkwind'/><title type='text'>Magnu (Hawkwind)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Magnu&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Magnu, corcel de dorada crin,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Necesito tu ayuda otra vez más,]&lt;br /&gt;
    No camines la tierra mas vuela por el espacio&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;como una centella o relámpagos a la carrera]&lt;br /&gt;
    Veloz como flecha partiendo del arco,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;ven a mi de forma que nadie se percate.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Rayos de sol son mis saetas para acabar con&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;todos aquellos que se atrevan a desafiarme,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Engaño que teme la luz del día&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;huye de la gloria de mi rayo,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Las buenas mentes se abren y abrazan nueva luz&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;hasta que menguamos en el reino de la noche]&lt;br /&gt;
    Una llama ardiente se ha visto caer,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;iluminó la oscuridad del corredor,]&lt;br /&gt;
    El batido de los cascos descendiendo en espiral,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;ven a mi y cabalgemos juntos.]&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Magnu&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Magnu, horse with golden mane,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;I want your help yet once again,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Walk not the earth but fly through space&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;as lightning flash or thunders race]&lt;br /&gt;
    Swift as the arrow from the bow,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;come to me so that no one can know.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Sunbeams are my shafts to kill&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;all men who dare imagine ill,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Deceit that fears the light of day&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;fly from the glory of my ray,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Good minds open and take new light&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;until we diminish by the reign of night]&lt;br /&gt;
    A burning brand was seen to fall,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;it lit the darkness of the hall,]&lt;br /&gt;
    The flying hoofbeats circling in,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;come to me and let us spin.]&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Bienvenido al Engranaje&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Bienvenido hijo mío, bienvenido al engranaje.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Dónde has estado?&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;no importa sabemos dónde has estado.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Has estado en la recámara, pasando el rato,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;entretenido con juguetes&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y &amp;lsquo;El manual del joven explorador&amp;rsquo;.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Te compraste una guitarra&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;para fastidiar a tu madre,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Y no te gustaba la escuela,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y te crees muy listo,]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Así que bienvenido al engranaje.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Bienvenido hijo mío, bienvenido al engranaje.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Qué has soñado?&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;no importa te diremos que soñar.]&lt;br /&gt;
    Soñaste con una gran estrella,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;tocanba una guitarra chula,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Siempre comía en el asador.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Le encantaba conducir su jaguar.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Así que bienvenido al engranaje.&lt;/p&gt;
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  &lt;div class="lyrics_english"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Welcome to the Machine&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.&lt;br /&gt;
    Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;it's alright we know where you've been.]&lt;br /&gt;
    You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;provided with toys&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and &amp;lsquo;scouting for boys&amp;rsquo;.]&lt;br /&gt;
    You bought a guitar&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;to punish your ma,]&lt;br /&gt;
    And you didn't like school,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and you know you're nobody's fool,]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;So welcome to the machine.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.&lt;br /&gt;
    What did you dream?&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;it's alright we told you what to dream.]&lt;br /&gt;
    You dreamed of a big star,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;he played a mean guitar,]&lt;br /&gt;
    He always ate in the steak bar.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;he loved to drive in his jaguar.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;So welcome to the machine.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-6275706276666277576?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/6275706276666277576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=6275706276666277576' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/6275706276666277576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/6275706276666277576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/06/bienvenido-al-engranaje-pink-floyd.html' title='Bienvenido al Engranaje (Pink Floyd)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-1901904605112153871</id><published>2007-06-01T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:47:19.915+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='King Crimson'/><title type='text'>Circo (King Crimson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
&lt;p style="font-size:130%; font-weight:bolder;"&gt;Lo siento,&lt;br /&gt;no hay medios disponibles&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Circo&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Noche: su cibelina bóveda&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;salpicada de diamantes,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Recolectó mi esencia a lo largo de un año luz,&lt;br /&gt;
    Me estrujó contra su pecho,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;me abonó con carbono,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Tejió mi urdimbre a través del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;
    Me dio una montura,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;un amanecer y cementerio,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Sólo me dijo que era ella;&lt;br /&gt;
    Me encaminó hacia el este lleno de preguntas&lt;br /&gt;
    Construyó el cielo para mi amanecer&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Limpié mis pies de barro, seguí el vacío&lt;br /&gt;
    trote de la Zebra hasta el Circo,&lt;br /&gt;
    Dejé atrás una jaula pintada, hablé al taquillero&lt;br /&gt;
    Enguantado que escribió en mi idioma&lt;br /&gt;
    Me empujó a la pendiente que bajaba a la arena,&lt;br /&gt;
    Fanfarria de Megáfono.&lt;br /&gt;
    En su manto de palabras zanqueaba&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;el director de pista]&lt;br /&gt;
    Me encaminó a unirme a la función&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;¡Veneramé!&amp;rdquo; gritó el payaso,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;Soy un Televisor&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Hago que la banda vaya como un reloj,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Mira el escurridizo cuan foca policía del Circo;&lt;br /&gt;
    Las amazonas tienen pescado.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;
    Forzudos de rodillas,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;estadistas girando platillos,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Haciendo juegos malabares&lt;br /&gt;
    Los domadores ordenan callar&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;a los saltimbanquis]&lt;br /&gt;
    Por miedo a que el espejo deje de girar&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Los elefantes olvidaron,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;forzados a alimentarse de tiza rancia,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Devoraron el piso de sus jaulas.&lt;br /&gt;
    Los Forzudos perdieron su pelo,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;la taquilla se colapsó y]&lt;br /&gt;
    Los leones se afilaron los colmillos.&lt;br /&gt;
    Los guantes corrían por la pista,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Los potros se desbocaron en estampida]&lt;br /&gt;
    Balancín tumultuoso&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    Corrí buscando la salida,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;los directores de pista gritaban,]&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;¡Toda la diversión del Circo!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Cirkus&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Night: her sable dome&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;scattered with diamonds,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Fused my dust from a light year,&lt;br /&gt;
    Squeezed me to her breast,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;sowed me with carbon,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Strung my warp across time&lt;br /&gt;
    Gave me each a horse,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;sunrise and graveyard,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Told me only I was her;&lt;br /&gt;
    Bid me face the east closed me in questions&lt;br /&gt;
    Built the sky for my dawn&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Cleaned my feet of mud, followed the empty&lt;br /&gt;
    Zebra ride to the Cirkus,&lt;br /&gt;
    Past a painted cage, spoke to the paybox&lt;br /&gt;
    Glove which wrote on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;
    Pushed me down a slide to the arena,&lt;br /&gt;
    Megaphonium fanfare.&lt;br /&gt;
    In his cloak of words strode&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;the ringmaster]&lt;br /&gt;
    Bid me join the parade&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Worship!&amp;rdquo; cried the clown,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;I am a TV&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Making bandsmen go clockwork,]&lt;br /&gt;
    See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman;&lt;br /&gt;
    Bareback ladies have fish.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;
    Strongmen by his feet,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;plate-spinning statesman,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Acrobatically juggling&lt;br /&gt;
    Bids his tamers go quiet&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;the tumblers]&lt;br /&gt;
    Lest the mirror stop turning&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Elephants forgot,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;force-fed on stale chalk,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Ate the floors of their cages.&lt;br /&gt;
    Strongmen lost their hair,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;paybox collapsed and]&lt;br /&gt;
    Lions sharpened their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;
    Gloves raced round the ring,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;stallions stampeded]&lt;br /&gt;
    Pandemonium seesaw&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    I ran for the door,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;ringmasters shouted,]&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;All the fun of the Cirkus!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Dama Imaginaria&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Escucha atentamente,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;mis palabras están a punto de desplegarse]&lt;br /&gt;
    A propósito de una dama que he visto&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;pero nunca pude retener]&lt;br /&gt;
    Puedo ver por tu sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;
    Demorada largo tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;
    Las palabras que brotan,&lt;br /&gt;
    Se que son verdaderas,&lt;br /&gt;
    Pués ella me recuerda a ti.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;No me malinterpretes,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;no siempre es fácil expresarse]&lt;br /&gt;
    Hay palabras en tu cabeza y tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;que simplemente no puedes explicar]&lt;br /&gt;
    Puedo ver claramente,&lt;br /&gt;
    Un rostro en el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;
    La Luna en tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;
    Pasas de largo a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;
    Dime por qué.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Puedo ver claramente,&lt;br /&gt;
    Un rostro en el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;
    La Luna en tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;
    Pasas de largo a mi lado.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Te vi montando en una nube delante de la luna,&lt;br /&gt;
    Te vi caminando sobre un remolino,&lt;br /&gt;
    Desde el rabillo del ojo,&lt;br /&gt;
    Te vi.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Te vi sentada en un rayo de luz,&lt;br /&gt;
    En medio de mis ensoñaciones,&lt;br /&gt;
    Oh mi Dama Imaginaria,&lt;br /&gt;
    Te amo.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Lady Fantasy&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Listen very carefully,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;my words are about to unfold]&lt;br /&gt;
    Concerning a lady I've seen&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;but I never could hold]&lt;br /&gt;
    I can see by your smile,&lt;br /&gt;
    Take a long while,&lt;br /&gt;
    The words that come through,&lt;br /&gt;
    I see that they're true,&lt;br /&gt;
    For she reminds me of you.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Don't misunderstand me,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;it's not always easy to say]&lt;br /&gt;
    The words in your head and your heart&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;that you just can't explain]&lt;br /&gt;
    I can see clearly,&lt;br /&gt;
    A face in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;
    Moon's in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;
    You're passing me by.&lt;br /&gt;
    Tell me the reason why.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I can see clearly,&lt;br /&gt;
    A face in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;
    Moon's in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;
    You're passing me by.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Saw you riding on a moon cloud,&lt;br /&gt;
    Saw you walking on a whirlpool,&lt;br /&gt;
    From the corner of my eye,&lt;br /&gt;
    I saw you.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Saw you sitting on a sunbeam,&lt;br /&gt;
    In the middle of my daydream,&lt;br /&gt;
    Oh my Lady Fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;
    I love you.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-7202077668494978463?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7202077668494978463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=7202077668494978463' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/7202077668494978463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/7202077668494978463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/dama-imaginaria-camel.html' title='Dama Imaginaria (Camel)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-3621200029466037259</id><published>2007-05-31T17:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:48:30.691+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loreena McKennitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><title type='text'>La Dama de Shalott (Loreena McKennitt)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lasnieblasdeavalon.blogspot.com/2005/06/poema-de-la-dama-de-shalott.html" title="La Dama de Shalott por Lord Tennyson" lang="es"&gt;La Dama de Shalott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;A ambos lados del río reposan&lt;br /&gt;
    Largos campos de cebada y centeno,&lt;br /&gt;
    Que visten la colina y alcanzan el cielo;&lt;br /&gt;
    Y a través de los campos el camino transcurre&lt;br /&gt;
    Hacia la muy almenada Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    Arriba y abajo las gentes se afanan,&lt;br /&gt;
    Contemplando dónde los lirios se mecen&lt;br /&gt;
    Cerca de una isla allí abajo,&lt;br /&gt;
    La isla de Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Los sauces palidecen, los álamos se estremecen,&lt;br /&gt;
    Al crepúsculo la suave brisa hace tiritar&lt;br /&gt;
    Las olas que se desplazan eternamente&lt;br /&gt;
    Cerca de la isla en el río&lt;br /&gt;
    Que fluye río abajo hacia Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuatro grises muros, y cuatro grises torres,&lt;br /&gt;
    Observan desde lo alto un campo de flores,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y la silenciosa isla esconde&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Sólo los segadores, que temprano siegan,&lt;br /&gt;
    Entre la espesa cebada&lt;br /&gt;
    Escuchan una canción que resuena alegremente&lt;br /&gt;
    Desde el río es traida por el viento claramente&lt;br /&gt;
    Abajo hacia la almenada Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    Y al salir la luna el agotado segador,&lt;br /&gt;
    Apilando fardos en el altiplano,&lt;br /&gt;
    Escuchando, sussurra &amp;ldquo;es el hada&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Allí teje noche y día&lt;br /&gt;
    Una tela mágica de alegres colores,&lt;br /&gt;
    Escuchó un susurro que decía,&lt;br /&gt;
    Que sobre ella una maldición caería si seguía&lt;br /&gt;
    Mirando río abajo hacia Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ella desconocía lo que la maldición sería,&lt;br /&gt;
    Así que siguió tejiendo constantemente,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y escasas preocupaciones mas tenía,&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y pasando por delante de un espejo,&lt;br /&gt;
    Que cuelga delante de ella todo el año,&lt;br /&gt;
    Las sombras del mundo aparecen.&lt;br /&gt;
    Allí vislumbra la carretera cercana&lt;br /&gt;
    Serpenteando río abajo hacia Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    Y a veces a través de la bruma del espejo&lt;br /&gt;
    Los caballeros llegaban cabalgando de a dos.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ella no tenía un caballero fiel,&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Pero en su tela hallaba deleite&lt;br /&gt;
    Tejiendo las visiones del mágico espejo,&lt;br /&gt;
    Continuamente durante las silenciosas noches&lt;br /&gt;
    Un funeral, con penachos y luces&lt;br /&gt;
    Y música, llegó a Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando la luna estaba en lo alto,&lt;br /&gt;
    Llegaron dos jovenes amantes recien casados.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;Estoy cansada de sombras,&amp;rdquo; dijo&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;A disparo de arco de su cenador,&lt;br /&gt;
    Él cabalgo entre los fardos de cebada,&lt;br /&gt;
    El sol llego centelleando entre las hojas,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y llameó sobre las bronceadas grebas&lt;br /&gt;
    Del valiente Lancelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Un caballero de la roja cruz&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;arrodillado para siempre]&lt;br /&gt;
    Ante una dama sobre su escudo,&lt;br /&gt;
    Aquello destelló en el amarillo campo,&lt;br /&gt;
    Junto a la distante Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Su ancha y despejada frente al sol resplandeció&lt;br /&gt;
    En bruñidos brincos su caballo de batalla trotó,&lt;br /&gt;
    Sobresaliendo bajo su yelmo flotaban&lt;br /&gt;
    Sus rizos negros como el carbón&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;mientras cabalgaba,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Mientras cabalgaba río abajo hacia Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Desde la ribera y desde el río&lt;br /&gt;
    Relampageaba en el espejo de cristal,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;Tirra Lirra,&amp;rdquo; cerca del río&lt;br /&gt;
    Cantó Sir Lancelot.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Dejó la tela, dejó el telar,&lt;br /&gt;
    En tres zancadas atravesó la estancia,&lt;br /&gt;
    Vió al nenufar florecer,&lt;br /&gt;
    Vió el yelmo y la pluma,&lt;br /&gt;
    Miró río abajo hacia Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Voló la tela y se alejó flotando;&lt;br /&gt;
    El espejo se quebró de parte a parte;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;La maldición viene a por mi,&amp;rdquo; sollozó&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;En la tempetuosa ventisca que soplaba del este,&lt;br /&gt;
    Los amarillentos bosques se estremecían,&lt;br /&gt;
    La ancha corriente en sus riberas clamaba.&lt;br /&gt;
    Fuertemente la lluvia caía&lt;br /&gt;
    Sobre la almenada Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    Se llegó a la orilla y un bote halló&lt;br /&gt;
    Bejo un sauce flotando abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y cerca de la proa escribió&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y río abajo las aguas turbias se expandían&lt;br /&gt;
    Como un vidente en trance,&lt;br /&gt;
    Vaticinando su propio infortunio&lt;br /&gt;
    Con vitreo semblante&lt;br /&gt;
    Miró hacia Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Y al final del día&lt;br /&gt;
    Soltó amarras y se recostó;&lt;br /&gt;
    La poderosa corriente la condujo lejos,&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Se escuchó una cántiga, lúgubre, melancólica,&lt;br /&gt;
    Entonada con fuerza, entonada suavemente,&lt;br /&gt;
    Hasta que su sangre se congeló lentamente&lt;br /&gt;
    Y sus ojos se apagaron por entero.&lt;br /&gt;
    Vueltos hacia la almenada Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Y allí llegó con la marea&lt;br /&gt;
    A la primera casa cercana a la orilla,&lt;br /&gt;
    Cantando su canción murió,&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Bajo la torre y la balconada,&lt;br /&gt;
    Cercano al muro del jardín y la galería,&lt;br /&gt;
    Como una brillante figura pasó flotando,&lt;br /&gt;
    Con la palidez de la muerte entre las altas casas,&lt;br /&gt;
    Silenciosa hacia Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Desde los embarcaderos acudieron,&lt;br /&gt;
    Caballero y burgués, señor y dama,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y en la proa leyeron su nombre,&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¿Quién es? Y ¿que es esto?&lt;br /&gt;
    Y en el cercano palacio iluminado&lt;br /&gt;
    El sonido de los festejos reales murió;&lt;br /&gt;
    Y se santiguaron temerosos,&lt;br /&gt;
    Todos los caballeros de Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero Lancelot pidió silencio&lt;br /&gt;
    Dijo, &amp;ldquo;Tenía un hermoso rostro;&lt;br /&gt;
    Dios en su misericordia le otorgo esa gracia,&lt;br /&gt;
    La Dama de Shalott.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
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  &lt;div class="lyrics_english"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;&lt;a href="http://charon.sfsu.edu/TENNYSON/TENNLADY.HTML" title="The Lady of Shalott by Lord Tennyson" lang="en"&gt;The Lady Of Shalott&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;On either side of the river lie&lt;br /&gt;
    Long fields of barley and of rye,&lt;br /&gt;
    That clothe the wold and meet the sky;&lt;br /&gt;
    And thro' the field the road run by&lt;br /&gt;
    To many-towered Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    And up and down the people go,&lt;br /&gt;
    Gazing where the lilies flow&lt;br /&gt;
    Round an island there below,&lt;br /&gt;
    The island of Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Willows whiten, aspens quiver,&lt;br /&gt;
    Little breezes dusk and shiver&lt;br /&gt;
    Thro' the wave that runs for ever&lt;br /&gt;
    By the island in the river&lt;br /&gt;
    Flowing down to Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Four grey walls, and four grey towers,&lt;br /&gt;
    Overlook a space of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;
    And the silent isle embowers&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady of Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Only reapers, reaping early,&lt;br /&gt;
    In among the bearded barley&lt;br /&gt;
    Hear a song that echoes cheerly&lt;br /&gt;
    From the river winding clearly&lt;br /&gt;
    Down to tower'd Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    And by the moon the reaper weary,&lt;br /&gt;
    Piling sheaves in uplands airy,&lt;br /&gt;
    Listening, whispers &amp;ldquo;'tis the fairy&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady of Shalott.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;There she weaves by night and day&lt;br /&gt;
    A magic web with colours gay,&lt;br /&gt;
    She has heard a whisper say,&lt;br /&gt;
    A curse is on her if she stay&lt;br /&gt;
    To look down to Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    She knows not what the curse may be,&lt;br /&gt;
    And so she weaveth steadily,&lt;br /&gt;
    And little other care hath she,&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady of Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And moving through a mirror clear&lt;br /&gt;
    That hangs before her all the year,&lt;br /&gt;
    Shadows of the world appear.&lt;br /&gt;
    There she sees the highway near&lt;br /&gt;
    Winding down to Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    And sometimes thro' the mirror blue&lt;br /&gt;
    The knights come riding two and two.&lt;br /&gt;
    She hath no loyal knight and true,&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady Of Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;But in her web she still delights&lt;br /&gt;
    To weave the mirror's magic sights,&lt;br /&gt;
    For often thro' the silent nights&lt;br /&gt;
    A funeral, with plumes and lights&lt;br /&gt;
    And music, went to Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    Or when the moon was overhead,&lt;br /&gt;
    Came two young lovers lately wed.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;I am half sick of shadows,&amp;rdquo; said&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady Of Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,&lt;br /&gt;
    He rode between the barley sheaves,&lt;br /&gt;
    The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,&lt;br /&gt;
    And flamed upon the brazen greaves&lt;br /&gt;
    Of bold Sir Lancelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    A red-cross knight&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;for ever kneel'd]&lt;br /&gt;
    To a lady in his shield,&lt;br /&gt;
    That sparkled on the yellow field,&lt;br /&gt;
    Beside remote Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;&lt;br /&gt;
    On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;&lt;br /&gt;
    From underneath his helmet flow'd&lt;br /&gt;
    His coal-black curls&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;as on he rode,]&lt;br /&gt;
    As he rode down to Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    From the bank and from the river&lt;br /&gt;
    He flashed into the crystal mirror,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;Tirra Lirra,&amp;rdquo; by the river&lt;br /&gt;
    Sang Sir Lancelot.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;She left the web, she left the loom,&lt;br /&gt;
    She made three paces thro' the room,&lt;br /&gt;
    She saw the water-lily bloom,&lt;br /&gt;
    She saw the helmet and the plume,&lt;br /&gt;
    She looked down to Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Out flew the web and floated wide;&lt;br /&gt;
    The mirror cracked from side to side;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;The curse is come upon me,&amp;rdquo; cried&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady of Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;In the stormy east-wind straining,&lt;br /&gt;
    The pale yellow woods were waning,&lt;br /&gt;
    The broad stream in his banks complaining.&lt;br /&gt;
    Heavily the low sky raining&lt;br /&gt;
    Over towered Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    Down she came and found a boat&lt;br /&gt;
    Beneath a willow left afloat,&lt;br /&gt;
    And round about the prow she wrote&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady of Shalott&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And down the river's dim expanse&lt;br /&gt;
    Like some bold seer in a trance,&lt;br /&gt;
    Seeing all his own mischance&lt;br /&gt;
    With a glassy countenance&lt;br /&gt;
    Did she look to Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    And at the closing of the day&lt;br /&gt;
    She loosed the chain and down she lay;&lt;br /&gt;
    The broad stream bore her far away,&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady of Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Heard a carol, mournful, holy,&lt;br /&gt;
    Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,&lt;br /&gt;
    Till her blood was frozen slowly,&lt;br /&gt;
    And her eyes were darkened wholly,&lt;br /&gt;
    Turn'd to towered Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    For ere she reach'd upon the tide&lt;br /&gt;
    The first house by the water-side,&lt;br /&gt;
    Singing in her song she died,&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady of Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Under tower and balcony,&lt;br /&gt;
    By garden-wall and gallery,&lt;br /&gt;
    A gleaming shape she floated by,&lt;br /&gt;
    Dead-pale between the houses high,&lt;br /&gt;
    Silent into Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;
    Out upon the wharfs they came,&lt;br /&gt;
    Knight and burgher, lord and dame,&lt;br /&gt;
    And round the prow they read her name,&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady of Shalott.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Who is this? And what is here?&lt;br /&gt;
    And in the lighted palace near&lt;br /&gt;
    Died the sound of royal cheer;&lt;br /&gt;
    And they crossed themselves for fear,&lt;br /&gt;
    All the knights at Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;
    But Lancelot mused a little space&lt;br /&gt;
    He said, &amp;ldquo;She has a lovely face;&lt;br /&gt;
    God in his mercy lend her grace,&lt;br /&gt;
    The Lady of Shalott.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-3621200029466037259?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3621200029466037259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=3621200029466037259' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/3621200029466037259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/3621200029466037259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-dama-de-shalott-loreena-mckennitt.html' title='La Dama de Shalott (Loreena McKennitt)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-4611314098390960427</id><published>2007-05-31T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:48:56.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><title type='text'>Eleanor Rigby (The Beatles)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Eleanor Rigby&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Ah, contempla a toda esa gente solitaria&lt;br /&gt;
    Ah, contempla a toda esa gente solitaria&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Eleanor Rigby recoge el arroz en la iglesia&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;en la que celebró la boda]&lt;br /&gt;
    Vive en un sueño&lt;br /&gt;
    Espera asomada a la ventana, portando la cara&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;que guarda en un tarro cerca de la puerta]&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Para quién será?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Toda esa gente solitaria&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿De donde vendrán?&lt;br /&gt;
    Toda esa gente solitaria&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿A donde pertenecerán?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El padre McKenzie escribe las palabras&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;de un sermón que nadie escuchará]&lt;br /&gt;
    No hay nadie cerca.&lt;br /&gt;
    Mírale trabajar. Zurciendo sus calcetines&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;por la noche cuando nadie le ve&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Qué le preocupa?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Toda esa gente solitaria&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿De donde vendrán?&lt;br /&gt;
    Toda esa gente solitaria&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿A donde pertenecerán?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Eleanor Rigby murió en la iglesia&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y fue enterrada junto con su nombre]&lt;br /&gt;
    Nadié acudió&lt;br /&gt;
    El padre McKenzie sacudiendose la suciedad&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;de sus manos mientras se aleja de la tumba]&lt;br /&gt;
    Nadie fue salvado&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Toda esa gente solitaria&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿De donde vendrán?&lt;br /&gt;
    Toda esa gente solitaria&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿A donde pertenecerán?&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Eleanor Rigby&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Ah, look at all the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;
    Ah, look at all the lonely people&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;where a wedding has been]&lt;br /&gt;
    Lives in a dream&lt;br /&gt;
    Waits at the window, wearing the face&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;that she keeps in a jar by the door]&lt;br /&gt;
    Who is it for?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;
    Where do they all come from?&lt;br /&gt;
    All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;
    Where do they all belong?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Father McKenzie writing the words&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;of a sermon that no one will hear]&lt;br /&gt;
    No one comes near.&lt;br /&gt;
    Look at him working. Darning his socks&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;in the night when there's nobody there]&lt;br /&gt;
    What does he care?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;
    Where do they all come from?&lt;br /&gt;
    All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;
    Where do they all belong?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Eleanor Rigby died in the church&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and was buried along with her name]&lt;br /&gt;
    Nobody came&lt;br /&gt;
    Father McKenzie wiping the dirt&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;from his hands as he walks from the grave]&lt;br /&gt;
    No one was saved&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;
    Where do they all come from?&lt;br /&gt;
    All the lonely people&lt;br /&gt;
    Where do they all belong?&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Hija de la Luna&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Llámala hija de la luna&lt;br /&gt;
    Bailando en las orillas del río&lt;br /&gt;
    Solitaria hija de la luna&lt;br /&gt;
    Soñando bajo la sombra del sauce.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Hablando a los árboles de&lt;br /&gt;
    extrañas telarañas&lt;br /&gt;
    Durmiendo en el umbral de una fuente&lt;br /&gt;
    Agitando varitas plateadas al son&lt;br /&gt;
    de la canción de los pájaros nocturnos&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando al sol en la montaña.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Ella es una hija de la luna&lt;br /&gt;
    Recogiendo flores en un jardín.&lt;br /&gt;
    Adorable hija de la luna&lt;br /&gt;
    Meciendose en los ecos de las horas&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Navegando en el viento&lt;br /&gt;
    en una túnica blanca como la leche&lt;br /&gt;
    Dejando cantos rodados sobre un reloj de sol&lt;br /&gt;
    Jugando al escondite&lt;br /&gt;
    con los fantasmas del alba&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando la sonrisa de un hijo del sol.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Moonchild&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Call her moonchild&lt;br /&gt;
    Dancing in the shallows of a river&lt;br /&gt;
    Lonely moonchild&lt;br /&gt;
    Dreaming in the shadow of the willow.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Talking to the trees of the&lt;br /&gt;
    cobweb strange&lt;br /&gt;
    Sleeping on the steps of a fountain&lt;br /&gt;
    Waving silver wands to the&lt;br /&gt;
    night-birds song&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting for the sun on the mountain.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;She's a moonchild&lt;br /&gt;
    Gathering the flowers in a garden.&lt;br /&gt;
    Lovely moonchild&lt;br /&gt;
    Drifting on the echoes of the hours.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Sailling on the wind&lt;br /&gt;
    in a milk white gown&lt;br /&gt;
    Dropping circle stones on a sun dial&lt;br /&gt;
    Playing hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;
    with the ghosts of dawn&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting for a smile from a sun child.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Hombre Esquizoide del Siglo 21&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Pie de gato garra de acero&lt;br /&gt;
    Los neurocirujanos piden más&lt;br /&gt;
    A la puerta envenenada de la paranoia&lt;br /&gt;
    Hombre esquizoide del siglo veintiuno.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Perchero sangriento alambre de espino&lt;br /&gt;
    Pira funeraria de políticos&lt;br /&gt;
    Inocentes violados con fuego de napalm&lt;br /&gt;
    Hombre esquizoide del siglo veintiuno.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;La muerte siembra la avaricia de los ciegos&lt;br /&gt;
    Los poetas mueren de hambre los niños sangran&lt;br /&gt;
    Nada de lo que tiene necesita realmente&lt;br /&gt;
    Hombre esquizoide del siglo veintiuno.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;21st Century Schizoid Man&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Cat's foot iron claw&lt;br /&gt;
    Neuro-surgeons scream for more&lt;br /&gt;
    At paranoia's poison door&lt;br /&gt;
    Twenty first century schizoid man.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Blood rack barbed wire&lt;br /&gt;
    Politicians' funeral pyre&lt;br /&gt;
    Innocents raped with napalm fire&lt;br /&gt;
    Twenty first century schizoid man.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Death seed blind man's greed&lt;br /&gt;
    Poets' starving children bleed&lt;br /&gt;
    Nothing he's got he really needs&lt;br /&gt;
    Twenty first century schizoid man.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Le Hablo al Viento&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Le dijo el hombre sincero al recién llegado&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Dónde has estado?&lt;br /&gt;
    He estado aquí y he estado allí&lt;br /&gt;
    Y he estado entre medias.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Le hablo al viento&lt;br /&gt;
    Mis palabras son arrastradas lejos&lt;br /&gt;
    Le hablo al viento&lt;br /&gt;
    El viento no me oye&lt;br /&gt;
    El viento no puede oir.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Estoy fuera mirando dentro&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Qué es lo que veo?&lt;br /&gt;
    Mucha confusión, desilusión&lt;br /&gt;
    A mi alrededor.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;No me posees&lt;br /&gt;
    No me impresionas&lt;br /&gt;
    Sólo me alteras los nervios&lt;br /&gt;
    No puedes darme órdenes ni manejarme&lt;br /&gt;
    Sólo me alteras los nervios.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Le hablo al viento&lt;br /&gt;
    Mis palabras son arrastradas lejos&lt;br /&gt;
    Le hablo al viento&lt;br /&gt;
    El viento no me oye&lt;br /&gt;
    El viento no puede oir.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;I Talk To the Wind&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Said the straight man to the late man&lt;br /&gt;
    Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;
    I've been here and I've been there&lt;br /&gt;
    And I've been in between.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I talk to the wind&lt;br /&gt;
    My words are all carried away&lt;br /&gt;
    I talk to the wind&lt;br /&gt;
    The wind does not hear&lt;br /&gt;
    The wind cannot hear.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I'm on the outside looking inside&lt;br /&gt;
    What do I see?&lt;br /&gt;
    Much confusion, disillusion&lt;br /&gt;
    All around me.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;You don't possess me&lt;br /&gt;
    Don't impress me&lt;br /&gt;
    Just upset my mind&lt;br /&gt;
    Can't instruct me or conduct me&lt;br /&gt;
    Just use up my time.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I talk to the wind&lt;br /&gt;
    My words are all carried away&lt;br /&gt;
    I talk to the wind&lt;br /&gt;
    The wind does not hear&lt;br /&gt;
    The wind cannot hear.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-1229768491005650699?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1229768491005650699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=1229768491005650699' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/1229768491005650699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/1229768491005650699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/le-hablo-al-viento-king-crimson.html' title='Le Hablo al Viento (King Crimson)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-3597733039635872871</id><published>2007-05-30T17:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:49:14.657+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tori Amos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><title type='text'>Crucifixión (Tori Amos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Crucifixión&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Cada dedo en la habitación me está señalando&lt;br /&gt;
    Quiero escupirles en la cara&lt;br /&gt;
    Entonces me entra miedo&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;de lo que eso podría provocar]&lt;br /&gt;
    Tengo una bola de bolos en el estómago&lt;br /&gt;
    Tengo un desierto en mi boca&lt;br /&gt;
    Parece que mi CORAJE ha decidido&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;venderme ahora.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;He estado buscando un salvador&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;en estas sucias calles]&lt;br /&gt;
    Buscando un salvador bajo estas sucias sábanas&lt;br /&gt;
    He alzado mis manos&lt;br /&gt;
    Clava otro clavo&lt;br /&gt;
    Justo lo que DIOS necesita&lt;br /&gt;
    Otra víctima más&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Por qué nos crucificamos&lt;br /&gt;
    Cada día me crucifico&lt;br /&gt;
    Nada de lo que hago&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;es suficientemente bueno para ti]&lt;br /&gt;
    Me crucifico&lt;br /&gt;
    Cada día me crucifico&lt;br /&gt;
    Y mi CORAZON está dolorido&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;de estar encadenado]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Recibí la patada de un perro&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;que mendigaba AMOR]&lt;br /&gt;
    Debo sufrir&lt;br /&gt;
    Para así conseguir mi cruz&lt;br /&gt;
    Conozco un gato llamado Pascua&lt;br /&gt;
    Dice: ¿aprenderás alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;
    Que eres sólo una jaula vacía&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;si matas al pájaro?]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;He estado buscando un salvador&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;en estas sucias calles]&lt;br /&gt;
    Buscando un salvador bajo estas sucias sábanas&lt;br /&gt;
    He alzado mis manos&lt;br /&gt;
    Clava otro clavo&lt;br /&gt;
    Ya tengo suficiente CULPA para fundar&lt;br /&gt;
    Mi propia religión&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Por qué nos crucificamos&lt;br /&gt;
    Cada día me crucifico&lt;br /&gt;
    Nada de lo que hago&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;es suficientemente bueno para ti]&lt;br /&gt;
    Me crucifico&lt;br /&gt;
    Cada día me crucifico&lt;br /&gt;
    Y mi CORAZON está dolorido&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;de estar encadenado]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Por favor&lt;br /&gt;
    Sálvame&lt;br /&gt;
    GRITO&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;He estado buscando un salvador&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;en estas sucias calles]&lt;br /&gt;
    Buscando un salvador bajo estas sucias sábanas&lt;br /&gt;
    He alzado mis manos&lt;br /&gt;
    Clava otro clavo&lt;br /&gt;
    Dónde están esos ángeles&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando los necesitas&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Por qué nos crucificamos&lt;br /&gt;
    Cada día me crucifico&lt;br /&gt;
    Nada de lo que hago&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;es suficientemente bueno para ti]&lt;br /&gt;
    Me crucifico&lt;br /&gt;
    Cada día me crucifico&lt;br /&gt;
    Y mi CORAZON está dolorido&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;de estar encadenado]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Por qué nos encadenamos&lt;br /&gt;
    Nos crucificamos&lt;br /&gt;
    Cada día&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Nunca volveré&lt;br /&gt;
    A Crucificarme de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;
    Sabes&lt;br /&gt;
    Nunca volveré otra vez&lt;br /&gt;
    A crucificarme&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Crucify&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Every finger in the room is pointing at me&lt;br /&gt;
    I wanna spit in their faces&lt;br /&gt;
    Then I get afraid&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;what that could bring]&lt;br /&gt;
    I got a bowling ball in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;
    I got a desert in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;
    Figures that my COURAGE would choose&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;to sell out now.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I've been looking for a savior&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;in these dirty streets]&lt;br /&gt;
    Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets&lt;br /&gt;
    I've been raising up my hands&lt;br /&gt;
    Drive another nail in&lt;br /&gt;
    Just what GOD needs&lt;br /&gt;
    One more victim&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Why do we crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;
    Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;
    Nothing I do&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;is good enough for you]&lt;br /&gt;
    Crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;
    Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;
    And my HEART is sick&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;of being in chains]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Got a kick for a dog&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;beggin' for LOVE]&lt;br /&gt;
    I gotta have my suffering&lt;br /&gt;
    So that I can have my cross&lt;br /&gt;
    I know a cat named Easter&lt;br /&gt;
    He says: will you ever learn&lt;br /&gt;
    You're just an empty cage girl&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;if you kill the bird?]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I've been looking for a savior&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;in these dirty streets]&lt;br /&gt;
    Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets&lt;br /&gt;
    I've been raising up my hands&lt;br /&gt;
    Drive another nail in&lt;br /&gt;
    Got enough GUILT to start&lt;br /&gt;
    My own religion&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Why do we crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;
    Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;
    Nothing I do&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;is good enough for you]&lt;br /&gt;
    Crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;
    Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;
    And my HEART is sick&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;of being in chains]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Please be&lt;br /&gt;
    Save me&lt;br /&gt;
    I CRY&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Looking for a savior&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;in these dirty streets]&lt;br /&gt;
    Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets&lt;br /&gt;
    I've been raising up my hands&lt;br /&gt;
    Drive another nail in&lt;br /&gt;
    Where are those angels&lt;br /&gt;
    When you need them&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Why do we crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;
    Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;
    Nothing I do&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;is good enough for you]&lt;br /&gt;
    Crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;
    Every day I crucify myself&lt;br /&gt;
    And my HEART is sick&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;of being in chains]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Why do we chain&lt;br /&gt;
    Crucify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;
    Everyday&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Never going back again&lt;br /&gt;
    Crucify myself again&lt;br /&gt;
    You know&lt;br /&gt;
    Never going back again to&lt;br /&gt;
    Crucify myself&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-3597733039635872871?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3597733039635872871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=3597733039635872871' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/3597733039635872871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/3597733039635872871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/crucifixin-tori-amos.html' title='Crucifixión (Tori Amos)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-1472775450616453213</id><published>2007-05-29T18:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:49:36.932+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genesis'/><title type='text'>La Fuente de Salmácide (Genesis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;La Fuente de Salmácide&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Desde un denso bosque de altos y oscuros pinos,&lt;br /&gt;
    Como una isla se alza el monte Ida.&lt;br /&gt;
    En una cueva oculta, las ninfas cuidan un niño;&lt;br /&gt;
    Hermafrodito, hijo de los dioses,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;temeroso de su amor.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Mientras el alba repta hacia el cielo&lt;br /&gt;
    El cazador divisa una liebre.&lt;br /&gt;
    En su deseo de hacerla presa,&lt;br /&gt;
    Llegó a un pantano&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;que jamás había vislumbrado]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Hermafrodito: &amp;ldquo;¿Dónde estás padre?&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Da sabiduría a tu hijo&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Narrador: &amp;ldquo;Y entonces no pudo seguir adelante.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Perdido, el muchacho es guiado por el sol&amp;rdquo;]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y conforme sus fuerzas empezaban a flaquear&lt;br /&gt;
    Vislumbró un lago trémulo.&lt;br /&gt;
    Una sombra en las profundidades verdosas&lt;br /&gt;
    Perturbaba la extraña quietud.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Salmácide: &amp;ldquo;Las aguas se agitan&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Alguna criatura ha sido conmovida&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Narrador: &amp;ldquo;Las aguas se agitan&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Salmácide, reina de las náyades ha sido&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;conmovida&amp;rdquo;]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Tan pronto como se abalanzó a sofocar su sed,&lt;br /&gt;
    Una fuente surgió delante suya&lt;br /&gt;
    Y mientras su tibio aliento&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;se esparcía en la fresca neblina,]&lt;br /&gt;
    Una voz acuosa dijo &amp;ldquo;Hijo de los dioses,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;bebe de mi manantial&amp;rdquo;.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El agua tenía un gusto curiosamente dulce.&lt;br /&gt;
    Detrás de él la voz hablo de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;
    Se giró y la vio, vestida con un manto de bruma sólo&lt;br /&gt;
    Y mientras la contemplaba, sus ojos se llenaron&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;con la obscuridad del lago.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Salmácide: &amp;ldquo;Debemos ser uno.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Debemos unirnos como un solo ser&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Narrador: &amp;ldquo;Ella quería que fuesen uno.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Aunque el no deseaba tal unión&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Hermafrodito: &amp;ldquo;Alejate de mi&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;mujer de sangre fría. Tu sed no es la mía&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Salmácide: &amp;ldquo;Nada nos separará jamás&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Escuchadme Oh dioses&amp;rdquo;]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Una quietud sobrenatural descendió desde los cielos&lt;br /&gt;
    Y entonces su carne y sus huesos&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;fueron extrañamente fundidos]&lt;br /&gt;
    Para siempre estar unidos como un único ser.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;La criatura se arrastró dentro del lago&lt;br /&gt;
    Una voz que se desvanecía se oyo:&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;Y ruego, que todo aquel que toque este manantial&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;comparta mi destino&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Salmácide: &amp;ldquo;Somos uno, somos uno solo&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Narrador: &amp;ldquo;Los dos son ahora uno.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Semidios y ninfa son ahora uno.&amp;rdquo;]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Ambos dieron todo lo que tenían.&lt;br /&gt;
    El sueño de un amante se ha cumplido por fin,&lt;br /&gt;
    Para siempre permanecer bajo el lago.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;The Fountain Of Salmacis&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;From a dense forest of tall, dark, pinewood,&lt;br /&gt;
    Mount Ida rises like an island.&lt;br /&gt;
    Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child;&lt;br /&gt;
    Hermaphroditus, son of gods,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;so afraid of their love.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;As the dawn creeps up the sky&lt;br /&gt;
    The hunter caught sight of a doe.&lt;br /&gt;
    In desire for conquest,&lt;br /&gt;
    He found himself, within a glade&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;he'd not beheld before.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Hermaphroditus: &amp;ldquo;Where are you my father.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Give wisdom to your son.&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Narrator: &amp;ldquo;Then he could go no farther.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Now lost, the boy was guided by the sun&amp;rdquo;]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And as his strength began to fail&lt;br /&gt;
    He saw a shimmering lake.&lt;br /&gt;
    A shadow in the dark green depths&lt;br /&gt;
    Disturbed the strange tranquility.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Salmacis: &amp;ldquo;The waters are disturbed&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Some creature has been stirred&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Narrator: &amp;ldquo;The waters are disturbed&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;The naiad queen Salmacis has been&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;stirred&amp;rdquo;]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;As he rushed to quench his thirst,&lt;br /&gt;
    A fountain spring appeared before him&lt;br /&gt;
    And as his heated breath&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;brushed through the cool mist,]&lt;br /&gt;
    A liquid voice called &amp;ldquo;Son of gods,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;drink from my spring&amp;rdquo;.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The water tasted strangely sweet.&lt;br /&gt;
    Behind him the voice called again.&lt;br /&gt;
    He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone&lt;br /&gt;
    And as he gazed, her eyes were filled&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;with the darkness of the lake.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Salmacis: &amp;ldquo;We shall be one.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;We shall be joined as one&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Narrator: &amp;ldquo;She wanted them as one.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Yet he had no desire to be one&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Hermaphroditus: &amp;ldquo;Away from me &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;cold-blooded woman. Your thirst is not mine&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Salmacis: &amp;ldquo;Nothing will cause us to part&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Hear me O gods&amp;rdquo;]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Unearthly calm descended from the sky&lt;br /&gt;
    And then their flesh and bones&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;were strangely merged]&lt;br /&gt;
    Forever to be joined as one.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The creature crawled into the lake&lt;br /&gt;
    A fading voice was heard:&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;ldquo;And I beg, that all who touch this spring&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;may share my fate&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Salmacis: &amp;ldquo;We are the one, we are the one&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Narrator: &amp;ldquo;The two are now made one.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Demi-god and nymph are now made one&amp;rdquo;]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Both had given everything they had.&lt;br /&gt;
    A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last,&lt;br /&gt;
    Forever still beneath the lake.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-1472775450616453213?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/1472775450616453213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=1472775450616453213' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/1472775450616453213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/1472775450616453213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-fuente-de-salmcide-genesis.html' title='La Fuente de Salmácide (Genesis)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-7060384245916176402</id><published>2007-05-29T18:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:49:50.733+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Sabbath'/><title type='text'>Caravana Planetaria (Black Sabbath)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Caravana Planetaria&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Navegamos atravesando firmamentos infinitos&lt;br /&gt;
    Las estrellas brillan como ojos&lt;br /&gt;
    La negra noche suspira&lt;br /&gt;
    La luna en los plateados árboles&lt;br /&gt;
    Rompe a llorar&lt;br /&gt;
    Luz de la noche&lt;br /&gt;
    La tierra, un flagor púrpura&lt;br /&gt;
    Envuelto en bruma zafiro&lt;br /&gt;
    En órbita siempre&lt;br /&gt;
    Mientras abajo entre los árboles&lt;br /&gt;
    Bañados en la fresca brisa&lt;br /&gt;
    La plateada luz de las estrellas hiende la noche&lt;br /&gt;
    Y así dejamos atrás el ojo carmesí&lt;br /&gt;
    Del gran dios Marte&lt;br /&gt;
    Mientras viajamos por el universo&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Planet Caravan&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;We sail through endless skies&lt;br /&gt;
    Stars shine like eyes&lt;br /&gt;
    The black night sighs&lt;br /&gt;
    The moon in silver trees&lt;br /&gt;
    Falls down in tears&lt;br /&gt;
    Light of the night&lt;br /&gt;
    The earth, a purple blaze&lt;br /&gt;
    Of sapphire haze&lt;br /&gt;
    In orbit always&lt;br /&gt;
    While down below the trees&lt;br /&gt;
    Bathed in cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;
    Silver starlight breaks down the night&lt;br /&gt;
    And so we pass on by the crimson eye&lt;br /&gt;
    Of great god Mars&lt;br /&gt;
    As we travel the universe&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-7060384245916176402?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7060384245916176402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=7060384245916176402' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/7060384245916176402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/7060384245916176402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/caravana-planetaria-black-sabbath.html' title='Caravana Planetaria (Black Sabbath)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-8197729769940999886</id><published>2007-05-29T17:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:50:12.967+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><title type='text'>Como un Vagabundo (Bob Dylan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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  &lt;div class="lyrics_spanish"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Como un Vagabundo&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Hubo un tiempo en el que vestías tan bien&lt;br /&gt;
    Lanzabas unas monedas a los pordioseros&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;cuando estabas en la cumbre, ¿no es así?]&lt;br /&gt;
    La gente te avisó, dijeron,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;&amp;ldquo;Cuidado muñeca, tu destino es caer&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    Pensaste que te tomaban el pelo&lt;br /&gt;
    Solías reirte de&lt;br /&gt;
    Todo aquél que estaba a tu alrededor&lt;br /&gt;
    Ahora no hablas tan alto&lt;br /&gt;
    Ahora no pareces tan orgullosa&lt;br /&gt;
    Acerca de tener que andar mendigando&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;para conseguir tu próxima comida.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¿Cómo te sienta&lt;br /&gt;
    Cómo te sienta&lt;br /&gt;
    Estar sin un hogar&lt;br /&gt;
    Como un completo desconocido&lt;br /&gt;
    Como un vagabundo?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Fuiste a la mejor de las escuelas,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Srta. Solitaria]&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero sabes que sólo te exprimían alli&lt;br /&gt;
    Y nadie te enseñó jamás&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;como vivir en la calle]&lt;br /&gt;
    Y ahora te das cuenta de que tendrás&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;que acostumbrarte a ello]&lt;br /&gt;
    Decías que nunca te entenderías&lt;br /&gt;
    Con el pícaro misterioso, pero ahora te das cuenta&lt;br /&gt;
    De que no está vendiendo indultos&lt;br /&gt;
    Mientras miras fijamente el vacío de sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;
    Y le preguntas ¿quieres hacer un trato?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¿Cómo te sienta&lt;br /&gt;
    Cómo te sienta&lt;br /&gt;
    Estar abandonado a tu suerte&lt;br /&gt;
    Sin saber el camino a casa&lt;br /&gt;
    Como un completo desconocido&lt;br /&gt;
    Como un vagabundo?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Nunca te giraste para ver los ceños fruncidos&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;de los malabaristas y bufones]&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando todos acudían y hacían trucos para ti&lt;br /&gt;
    Nunca entendiste que eso no estaba bien&lt;br /&gt;
    No debiste dejar que otros&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;recibieran los golpes en tu lugar]&lt;br /&gt;
    Solías cabalgar en el corcel cromado&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;con tu embajador]&lt;br /&gt;
    Que portaba sobre sus hombros un gato Siamés&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿No fue duro cuando descubriste que&lt;br /&gt;
    Realmente no estaba donde antes&lt;br /&gt;
    Después de quitarte todo lo que pudo robar?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¿Cómo te sienta&lt;br /&gt;
    Cómo te sienta&lt;br /&gt;
    Estar abandonado a tu suerte&lt;br /&gt;
    Sin saber el camino a casa&lt;br /&gt;
    Como un completo desconocido&lt;br /&gt;
    Como un vagabundo?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;La Princesa está en el campanario&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;con toda la gente guapa]&lt;br /&gt;
    Bebiendo, pensando que lo tienen todo resuelto&lt;br /&gt;
    Intercambiandose toda clase de preciosos regalos&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero yo de ti salvaría el anillo de diamante,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;yo de ti lo empeñaría nena]&lt;br /&gt;
    Solías divertirte mucho a costa&lt;br /&gt;
    Del Napoleón en harapos y del lenguaje que usaba&lt;br /&gt;
    Acude a él ahora, te llama, no puedes negarte&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando no tienes nada, no tienes nada que perder&lt;br /&gt;
    Eres invisible ahora, no tienes secretos que ocultar.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¿Cómo te sienta&lt;br /&gt;
    Cómo te sienta&lt;br /&gt;
    Estar abandonado a tu suerte&lt;br /&gt;
    Sin saber el camino a casa&lt;br /&gt;
    Como un completo desconocido&lt;br /&gt;
    Como un vagabundo?&lt;/p&gt;
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  &lt;div class="lyrics_english"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Like A Rolling Stone&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Once upon a time you dressed so fine&lt;br /&gt;
    You threw the bums a dime&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;in your prime, didn't you?]&lt;br /&gt;
    People'd call, say,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;&amp;ldquo;Beware doll, you're bound to fall&amp;rdquo;]&lt;br /&gt;
    You thought they were all kiddin' you&lt;br /&gt;
    You used to laugh about&lt;br /&gt;
    Everybody that was hangin' out&lt;br /&gt;
    Now you don't talk so loud&lt;br /&gt;
    Now you don't seem so proud&lt;br /&gt;
    About having to be scrounging&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;for your next meal.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;
    How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;
    To be without a home&lt;br /&gt;
    Like a complete unknown&lt;br /&gt;
    Like a rolling stone?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;You've gone to the finest school all right,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;Miss Lonely]&lt;br /&gt;
    But you know you only used to get juiced in it&lt;br /&gt;
    And nobody has ever taught you &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;how to live on the street]&lt;br /&gt;
    And now you find out you're gonna&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;have to get used to it]&lt;br /&gt;
    You said you'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;
    With the mystery tramp, but now you realize&lt;br /&gt;
    He's not selling any alibis&lt;br /&gt;
    As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes&lt;br /&gt;
    And ask him do you want to make a deal?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;
    How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;
    To be on your own&lt;br /&gt;
    With no direction home&lt;br /&gt;
    Like a complete unknown&lt;br /&gt;
    Like a rolling stone?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;You never turned around to see the frowns&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;on the jugglers and the clowns]&lt;br /&gt;
    When they all come down and did tricks for you&lt;br /&gt;
    You never understood that it ain't no good&lt;br /&gt;
    You shouldn't let other people&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;get your kicks for you]&lt;br /&gt;
    You used to ride on the chrome horse&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;with your diplomat]&lt;br /&gt;
    Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat&lt;br /&gt;
    Ain't it hard when you discover that&lt;br /&gt;
    He really wasn't where it's at&lt;br /&gt;
    After he took from you everything he could steal?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;
    How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;
    To be on your own&lt;br /&gt;
    With no direction home&lt;br /&gt;
    Like a complete unknown&lt;br /&gt;
    Like a rolling stone?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Princess on the steeple&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and all the pretty people]&lt;br /&gt;
    They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made&lt;br /&gt;
    Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things&lt;br /&gt;
    But you'd better lift your diamond ring,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;you'd better pawn it babe]&lt;br /&gt;
    You used to be so amused&lt;br /&gt;
    At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used&lt;br /&gt;
    Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse&lt;br /&gt;
    When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;
    You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;
    How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;
    To be on your own&lt;br /&gt;
    With no direction home&lt;br /&gt;
    Like a complete unknown&lt;br /&gt;
    Like a rolling stone?&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Los Árboles&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Hay inquietud en el bosque&lt;br /&gt;
    Hay problemas con los árboles&lt;br /&gt;
    Ya que los arces quieren más luz del sol&lt;br /&gt;
    y los robles ignoran sus demandas&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Hay problemas con los arces&lt;br /&gt;
    (y están convencidos de que tienen razón)&lt;br /&gt;
    Dicen que los robles son demasiado altos&lt;br /&gt;
    Y que acaparan toda la luz&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Pero los robles no pueden evitar&lt;br /&gt;
    sentirse a gusto tal y como son&lt;br /&gt;
    Y se preguntan por qué los arces&lt;br /&gt;
    No pueden ser felices bajo su umbría&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Hay problemas en el bosque&lt;br /&gt;
    Y todas las criaturas han huido&lt;br /&gt;
    Mientras los arces gritan &amp;lsquo;¡opresión!&amp;rsquo;&lt;br /&gt;
    Y los robles, sacuden sus cabezas&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Así que los arces formaron una unión&lt;br /&gt;
    Y exigieron igualdad de derechos&lt;br /&gt;
    los robles son demasiado egoistas&lt;br /&gt;
    Les obligaremos a darnos luz&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Ahora no hay más opresión de los robles&lt;br /&gt;
    Puesto que fueron sometidos a una noble ley&lt;br /&gt;
    Y los árboles serán mantenidos en igualdad&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;A hachuela,&lt;br /&gt;
    Hacha,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y sierra&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;The Trees&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;There is unrest in the forest&lt;br /&gt;
    There is trouble with the trees&lt;br /&gt;
    For the maples want more sunlight&lt;br /&gt;
    And the oaks ignore their pleas&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The trouble with the maples&lt;br /&gt;
    (and they're quite convinced they're right)&lt;br /&gt;
    They say the oaks are just too lofty&lt;br /&gt;
    And they grab up all the light&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;But the oaks cant help their feelings&lt;br /&gt;
    If they like the way they're made&lt;br /&gt;
    And they wonder why the maples&lt;br /&gt;
    Cant be happy in their shade?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;There is trouble in the forest&lt;br /&gt;
    And the creatures all have fled&lt;br /&gt;
    As the maples scream &amp;lsquo;oppression!&amp;rsquo;&lt;br /&gt;
    And the oaks, just shake their heads&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;So the maples formed a union&lt;br /&gt;
    And demanded equal rights&lt;br /&gt;
    the oaks are just too greedy&lt;br /&gt;
    We will make them give us light&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Now theres no more oak oppression&lt;br /&gt;
    For they passed a noble law&lt;br /&gt;
    And the trees are all kept equal&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;By hatchet,&lt;br /&gt;
    Axe,&lt;br /&gt;
    And saw&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-7461985490900458535?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/7461985490900458535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=7461985490900458535' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/7461985490900458535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/7461985490900458535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/los-rboles-rush.html' title='Los Árboles (Rush)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-4969917546450383374</id><published>2007-05-29T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:54:20.439+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iron Maiden'/><title type='text'>La Rima del Viejo Marino (Iron Maiden)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="lyric_container" style="font-size:90%;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zapatosrojos.com.ar/Traducciones/Traducciones%20-%20Samuel%20Taylor%20Coleridge%20-%20La%20cancion%20del%20viejo%20marinero.htm" title="La Rima del Viejo Marino por Samuel Coleridge" lang="es"&gt;La Rima del Viejo Marino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Escucha la rima del viejo marino&lt;br /&gt;
    Observa su ojo mientras hace detenerse&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;a uno de los tres]&lt;br /&gt;
    Mesmeriza a uno de los invitados a la boda&lt;br /&gt;
    Quédate y escucha las pesadillas del mar.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y la música siguió sonando,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;mientras la novia pasaba]&lt;br /&gt;
    Atrapado por su hechizo&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y el marino narra su relato.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Navegué al sur a la tierra de la nieve y el hielo&lt;br /&gt;
    A un lugar en el que nadie había estado&lt;br /&gt;
    A través de la nevada vuela el albatros&lt;br /&gt;
    Bendecido en nombre de Dios,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;esperando porte buena suerte.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y el barco sigue navegando, de vuelta al Norte&lt;br /&gt;
    A Través de la niebla y el hielo&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y el albatros lo sigue.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El marino mata el pájaro del buen presagio&lt;br /&gt;
    Sus camaradas condenan lo acontecido&lt;br /&gt;
    Mas cuando la niebla aclara, le justifican&lt;br /&gt;
    Y se convierten en parte del crimen.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Navegando y navegando al norte curzando el mar&lt;br /&gt;
    Navegando y navegando y al norte&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;hasta que llega la calma.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El albatros comienza su venganza&lt;br /&gt;
    Una terrible maldición el sanguinario provocó&lt;br /&gt;
    Sus camaradas&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;de la mala suerte al marino culparon]&lt;br /&gt;
    A su cuello, el pájaro muerto fue colgado.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y la maldición continuó y continuó en el mar&lt;br /&gt;
    Y la maldición continuó y continuó&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;para ellos y para mi.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Día tras día tras día,&lt;br /&gt;
    quedamos varados ni brisa ni movimiento&lt;br /&gt;
    tan ocioso como un barco pintado&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;sobre un oceano pintado]&lt;br /&gt;
    Agua, agua por doquier y&lt;br /&gt;
    todas las cubiertas se estrecharon&lt;br /&gt;
    Agua, agua por doquier&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;mas ni una gota que beber.&amp;rdquo;]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Allí grita el marino&lt;br /&gt;
    Se divisa una nave sobre el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero cómo navega&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;sin viento en sus velas ni marea.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Mira&amp;hellip;se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;
    Se aleja del sol&lt;br /&gt;
    Mira, no lleva tripulación&lt;br /&gt;
    No hay vida en ella, pero espera hay dos.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Muerte y la Muerte que Vive,&lt;br /&gt;
    Apuestan la tripulación y lanzan los dados&lt;br /&gt;
    Ella gana y el marino ahora le pertenece.&lt;br /&gt;
    Entonces&amp;hellip;la tripulación de uno en uno&lt;br /&gt;
    caen muertos, doscientos hombres&lt;br /&gt;
    Ella&amp;hellip;ella, la Muerte que Vive.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ella le permite vivir, a su elegido.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uno tras otro a la luz de la impertérrita luna,&lt;br /&gt;
    demasiado raudo para gemir o suspirar&lt;br /&gt;
    cada uno volvió su faz con horrenda expresión&lt;br /&gt;
    y con su mirada me maldijeron&lt;br /&gt;
    cuatro veces cincuenta hombres&lt;br /&gt;
    (y no escuche ni un suspiro ni un gemido)&lt;br /&gt;
    con un pesado golpe, como un bulto inerte,&lt;br /&gt;
    cayeron uno por uno.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;La maldición continua viva en sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;
    El marino deseó haber muerto&lt;br /&gt;
    Junto a las criaturas del mar&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero ellas seguían vivas, y él también.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;y a la luz de la luna&lt;br /&gt;
    Rezó por que su belleza no se arruinase&lt;br /&gt;
    De corazón las bendijo&lt;br /&gt;
    Criaturas de Dios también son.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Entonces el conjuro comenzó a deshacerse&lt;br /&gt;
    El albatros cayó de su cuello&lt;br /&gt;
    Se hundió en el mar como el plomo&lt;br /&gt;
    Y cayendo en ráfagas comenzó a llover.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Escucha los gemidos de los marineros muertos&lt;br /&gt;
    Mírales agitarse y comenzar a levantarse&lt;br /&gt;
    Sus cuerpos alzados por espíritus benévolos&lt;br /&gt;
    Ninguno de ellos habla&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;y sus ojos están sin vida]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y el precio todavía ha de ser pagado,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;la condena comienza de nuevo]&lt;br /&gt;
    Cayendo en trance la pesadilla continua.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Ahora la maldición es finalmente retirada&lt;br /&gt;
    Y el marino divisa su hogar&lt;br /&gt;
    los espíritus abandonan sus cuerpos muertos&lt;br /&gt;
    Forman su propia luz y el marino queda sólo.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y entonces un bote navega hacia él&lt;br /&gt;
    Un regocijo como no podía creer&lt;br /&gt;
    El piloto del bote, su hijo y el ermitaño,&lt;br /&gt;
    La penitencia de la vida caerá sobre él.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y el barco se hunde en el mar como el plomo&lt;br /&gt;
    Y el ermitaño absuelve al marino de sus pecados.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El marino está obligado a contar su historia&lt;br /&gt;
    A narrar este relato donde quiera que vaya&lt;br /&gt;
    A enseñar la palabra de Dios con su ejemplo&lt;br /&gt;
    Que debemos amar&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;todas las cosas creadas por Dios.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y el invitado a la boda&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;es un hombre más triste y sabio ahora]&lt;br /&gt;
    Y el relato continua y continua y continua.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Rime_Ancient_Mariner.html" title="Rime of The Ancient Mariner by Samuel Coleridge" lang="en"&gt;Rime Of The Ancient Mariner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Hear the rime of the ancient mariner&lt;br /&gt;
    See his eye as he stops&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;one of three]&lt;br /&gt;
    Mesmerises one of the wedding guests&lt;br /&gt;
    Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And the music plays on,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;as the bride passes by]&lt;br /&gt;
    Caught by his spell&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and the mariner tells his tale.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Driven south to the land of the snow and ice&lt;br /&gt;
    To a place where nobody's been&lt;br /&gt;
    Through the snow fog flies on the albatross&lt;br /&gt;
    Hailed in God's name,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;hoping good luck it brings.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And the ship sails on, back to the North&lt;br /&gt;
    Through the fog and ice&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and the albatross follows on.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The mariner kills the bird of good omen&lt;br /&gt;
    His shipmates cry against what he's done&lt;br /&gt;
    But when the fog clears, they justify him&lt;br /&gt;
    And make themselves a part of the crime.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Sailing on and on and north across the sea&lt;br /&gt;
    Sailing on and on and north&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;'til all is calm.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The albatross begins with its vengeance&lt;br /&gt;
    A terrible curse a thirst has begun&lt;br /&gt;
    His shipmates&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;blame bad luck on the mariner]&lt;br /&gt;
    About his neck, the dead bird is hung.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And the curse goes on and on at sea&lt;br /&gt;
    And the curse goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;for them and me.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Day after day, day after day,&lt;br /&gt;
    we stuck nor breath nor motion&lt;br /&gt;
    as idle as a painted ship&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;upon a painted ocean]&lt;br /&gt;
    Water, water everywhere and&lt;br /&gt;
    all the boards did shrink&lt;br /&gt;
    Water, water everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;nor any drop to drink.&amp;rdquo;]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;There calls the mariner&lt;br /&gt;
    There comes a ship over the line&lt;br /&gt;
    But how can she sail&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;with no wind in her sails and no tide.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;See&amp;hellip;onward she comes&lt;br /&gt;
    Onward she nears out of the sun&lt;br /&gt;
    See, she has no crew&lt;br /&gt;
    She has no life, wait but here's two.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Death and she Life in Death,&lt;br /&gt;
    They throw their dice for the crew&lt;br /&gt;
    She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now.&lt;br /&gt;
    Then&amp;hellip;crew one by one&lt;br /&gt;
    they drop down dead, two hundred men&lt;br /&gt;
    She&amp;hellip;she, Life in Death.&lt;br /&gt;
    She lets him live, her chosen one.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;One after one by the star dogged moon,&lt;br /&gt;
    too quick for groan or sigh&lt;br /&gt;
    each turned his face with a ghastly pang&lt;br /&gt;
    and cursed me with his eye&lt;br /&gt;
    four times fifty living men&lt;br /&gt;
    (and I heard nor sigh nor groan)&lt;br /&gt;
    with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,&lt;br /&gt;
    they dropped down one by one.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The curse it lives on in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;
    The mariner wished he'd die&lt;br /&gt;
    Along with the sea creatures&lt;br /&gt;
    But they lived on, so did he.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;and by the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;
    He prays for their beauty not doom&lt;br /&gt;
    With heart he blesses them&lt;br /&gt;
    God's creatures all of them too.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Then the spell starts to break&lt;br /&gt;
    The albatross falls from his neck&lt;br /&gt;
    Sinks down like lead into the sea&lt;br /&gt;
    Then down in falls comes the rain.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Hear the groans of the long dead seamen&lt;br /&gt;
    See them stir and they start to rise&lt;br /&gt;
    Bodies lifted by good spirits&lt;br /&gt;
    None of them speak&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;and they're lifelesss in their eyes]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And revenge is still sought,&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;penance starts again]&lt;br /&gt;
    Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Now the curse is finally lifted&lt;br /&gt;
    And the mariner sights his home&lt;br /&gt;
    spirits go from the long dead bodies&lt;br /&gt;
    Form their own light and the mariner's left alone.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And then a boat came sailing towards him&lt;br /&gt;
    It was a joy he could not believe&lt;br /&gt;
    The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit,&lt;br /&gt;
    Penance of life will fall onto him.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And the ship sinks like lead into the sea&lt;br /&gt;
    And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The mariner's bound to tell of his story&lt;br /&gt;
    To tell this tale wherever he goes&lt;br /&gt;
    To teach God's word by his own example&lt;br /&gt;
    That we must love&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;all things that God made.]&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And the wedding guest's&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;a sad and wiser man]&lt;br /&gt;
    And the tale goes on and on and on.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-4969917546450383374?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4969917546450383374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=4969917546450383374' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/4969917546450383374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/4969917546450383374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-rima-del-viejo-marino-iron-maiden.html' title='La Rima del Viejo Marino (Iron Maiden)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-8241944235279969883</id><published>2007-05-28T17:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:50:38.109+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rush'/><title type='text'>Xanadú (Rush)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Xanadú&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Para buscar el sagrado río Alfeo&lt;br /&gt;
    Para explorar las cuevas de hielo&lt;br /&gt;
    Para abandonar mi ayuno por hidromiel&lt;br /&gt;
    Y beber la leche del Paraiso&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;He escuchado las susurradas leyendas de&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;inmortalidad]&lt;br /&gt;
    Del más oculto misterio&lt;br /&gt;
    De un vetusto volumen tome indicio&lt;br /&gt;
    Escalé los picos helados de tierras orientales&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;desconocidas]&lt;br /&gt;
    Tiempo y Hombre a solas&lt;br /&gt;
    Buscando la perdida Xanadú&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Xanadú&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Para permanecer en la Cúpula del Placer&lt;br /&gt;
    Erigida por &lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Kubla_Khan.html" title="Kubla Khan por Samuel Coleridge" lang="es"&gt;Kubla Khan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    Para saborear nuevamente los frutos de la vida&lt;br /&gt;
    El último hombre inmortal&lt;br /&gt;
    Para encontrar el sagrado río Alfeo&lt;br /&gt;
    Para explorar las cuevas de hielo&lt;br /&gt;
    Oh, cenaré hidromiel&lt;br /&gt;
    Y beberé la leche del Paraiso&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Mil años han transcurrido&lt;br /&gt;
    mas el tiempo me ha evitado&lt;br /&gt;
    Las estrellas suspendidas en el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;
    Congeladas en una imagen perpetua&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando el fin del mundo, hastiadas de la noche&lt;br /&gt;
    Rezando por la luz&lt;br /&gt;
    Prisionera de la perdida&lt;br /&gt;
    Xanadú&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Xanadú&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Retenido en la Cúpula del Placer&lt;br /&gt;
    Erigida por &lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Kubla_Khan.html" title="Kubla Khan por Samuel Coleridge" lang="es"&gt;Kubla Khan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    Para saborear mi amargo triunfo&lt;br /&gt;
    Como un demente hombre inmortal&lt;br /&gt;
    Nunca jamás podré regresar&lt;br /&gt;
    Evadirme de estas cuevas de hielo&lt;br /&gt;
    En las que he cenado hidromiel&lt;br /&gt;
    Y bebido la leche del Paraiso&lt;/p&gt;
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  &lt;div class="lyrics_english"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Xanadu&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;To seek the sacred river Alph&lt;br /&gt;
    To walk the caves of ice&lt;br /&gt;
    To break my fast on honeydew&lt;br /&gt;
    And drink the milk of Paradise&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I had heard the whispered tales of&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;immortality]&lt;br /&gt;
    The deepest mystery&lt;br /&gt;
    From an ancient book I took a clue&lt;br /&gt;
    I scaled the frozen mountain tops of eastern lands&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;hellip;unknown]&lt;br /&gt;
    Time and Man alone&lt;br /&gt;
    Searching for the lost Xanadu&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Xanadu&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;To stand within the Pleasure Dome&lt;br /&gt;
    Decreed by &lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Kubla_Khan.html" title="Kubla Khan por Samuel Coleridge" lang="es"&gt;Kubla Khan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    To taste anew the fruits of life&lt;br /&gt;
    The last immortal man&lt;br /&gt;
    To find the sacred river Alph&lt;br /&gt;
    To walk the caves of ice&lt;br /&gt;
    Oh, I will dine on honeydew&lt;br /&gt;
    And drink the milk of Paradise&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;A thousand years have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;
    but time has passed me by&lt;br /&gt;
    Stars stopped in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
    Frozen in an everlasting view&lt;br /&gt;
    Waiting for the world to end, weary of the night&lt;br /&gt;
    Praying for the light&lt;br /&gt;
    Prison of the lost&lt;br /&gt;
    Xanadu&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Xanadu&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Held within the Pleasure Dome&lt;br /&gt;
    Decreed by &lt;a href="http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Kubla_Khan.html" title="Kubla Khan por Samuel Coleridge" lang="es"&gt;Kubla Khan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    To taste my bitter triumph&lt;br /&gt;
    As a mad immortal man&lt;br /&gt;
    Nevermore shall I return&lt;br /&gt;
    Escape these caves of ice&lt;br /&gt;
    For I have dined on honeydew&lt;br /&gt;
    And drunk the milk of Paradise&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Las Latitudes del Caballo&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Cuando el calmo mar conjura su blindaje&lt;br /&gt;
    Y sus corrientes retenidas y resentidas&lt;br /&gt;
    Engrendan diminutos monstruos&lt;br /&gt;
    La verdadera navegación ha muerto&lt;/p&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Embarazoso instante&lt;br /&gt;
    Y el primer animal es lanzado por la borda
    Las patas agitandose furiosas&lt;br /&gt;
    En su rígido y torpe galope&lt;/p&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Y las testas aparecen de repente&lt;br /&gt;
    Equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;
    Frágil&lt;br /&gt;
    Quietud&lt;br /&gt;
    Aceptación&lt;/p&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;En callada y suspirante agonía&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuidadosamente refinada&lt;br /&gt;
    Y sentenciada&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Horse Latitudes&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;When the still sea conspires an armor&lt;br /&gt;
    And her sullen and aborted currents&lt;br /&gt;
    Breed tiny monsters&lt;br /&gt;
    True sailing is dead&lt;/p&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Awkward instant&lt;br /&gt;
    And the first animal is jettisoned&lt;br /&gt;
    Legs furiously pumping&lt;br /&gt;
    Their stiff green gallop&lt;/p&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;And heads bob up&lt;br /&gt;
    Poise&lt;br /&gt;
    Delicate&lt;br /&gt;
    Pause&lt;br /&gt;
    Consent&lt;/p&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;In mute nostril agony&lt;br /&gt;
    Carefully refined&lt;br /&gt;
    And sealed over&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-2197757912732134409?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/2197757912732134409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=2197757912732134409' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/2197757912732134409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/2197757912732134409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/las-latitudes-del-caballo-doors.html' title='Las Latitudes del Caballo (The Doors)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-785693444364271843</id><published>2007-05-28T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:51:16.262+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Young'/><title type='text'>Tras la Fiebre del Oro (Neil Young)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Tras la Fiebre del Oro&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Bien, soñe que vi caballeros en armadura acercándose&lt;br /&gt;
    Diciendo algo acerca de una reina&lt;br /&gt;
    Había campesinos cantando y tamborileros tocando&lt;br /&gt;
    Y el arquero disparó su arco&lt;br /&gt;
    Había una fanfarria soplando hacia el sol&lt;br /&gt;
    que flotaba sobre la brisa&lt;br /&gt;
    Mira la madre naturaleza en peligro&lt;br /&gt;
    en los años setenta&lt;br /&gt;
    Mira la madre naturaleza en peligro&lt;br /&gt;
    en los años setenta&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Estaba tendido en un sótano incendiado&lt;br /&gt;
    Absorto en la luna llena&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando mi relevo&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando el sol estalló en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;
    Había una banda tocando en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;
    Y sentí como me elevaba&lt;br /&gt;
    Pensando en lo que un amigo había dicho,&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando que fuese mentira&lt;br /&gt;
    Pensando en lo que un amigo había dicho,&lt;br /&gt;
    Esperando que fuese mentira&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Bueno, soñé que vi las plateadas naves volando&lt;br /&gt;
    En la amarilla bruma del sol&lt;br /&gt;
    Había niños gritando y colores volando&lt;br /&gt;
    Alrededor de los elegidos&lt;br /&gt;
    Todo en un sueño, todo en un sueño&lt;br /&gt;
    El embarque comenzó&lt;br /&gt;
    Llevándose la plateada semilla de la madre naturaleza&lt;br /&gt;
    A un nuevo hogar en el sol&lt;br /&gt;
    Llevándose la plateada semilla de la madre naturaleza&lt;br /&gt;
    A un nuevo hogar en el sol&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;After the Gold Rush&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming&lt;br /&gt;
    Sayin' something about a queen&lt;br /&gt;
    There were peasants singin' and drummers drumming&lt;br /&gt;
    And the archer split the tree&lt;br /&gt;
    There was a fanfare blowin' to the sun&lt;br /&gt;
    That floated on the breeze&lt;br /&gt;
    Look at mother nature on the run&lt;br /&gt;
    in the nineteen seventies&lt;br /&gt;
    Look at mother nature on the run&lt;br /&gt;
    in the nineteen seventies&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I was lyin' in a burned out basement&lt;br /&gt;
    With a full moon in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
    I was hopin' for a replacement&lt;br /&gt;
    When the sun burst through the skies&lt;br /&gt;
    There was a band playin' in my head&lt;br /&gt;
    And I felt like getting high&lt;br /&gt;
    Thinkin' about what a friend had said,&lt;br /&gt;
    I was hopin' it was a lie&lt;br /&gt;
    Thinkin' about what a friend had said,&lt;br /&gt;
    I was hopin' it was a lie&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying&lt;br /&gt;
    In the yellow haze of the sun&lt;br /&gt;
    There were children crying and colors flying&lt;br /&gt;
    All around the chosen ones&lt;br /&gt;
    All in a dream, all in a dream&lt;br /&gt;
    The loading had begun&lt;br /&gt;
    Flyin' mother nature's silver seed&lt;br /&gt;
    To a new home in the sun&lt;br /&gt;
    Flyin' mother nature's silver seed&lt;br /&gt;
    To a new home in the sun&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Desde La Atalaya&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Debe haber alguna manera de salir de aqui,&lt;br /&gt;
    Le dijo El Bufón a El Ladrón,&lt;br /&gt;
    Hay demasiada confusión,&lt;br /&gt;
    No consigo ningún respiro.&lt;br /&gt;
    Mercaderes, se beben mi vino,&lt;br /&gt;
    Labriegos socavan mi tierra,&lt;br /&gt;
    Ninguno de ellos sabe&lt;br /&gt;
    Lo que realmente vale la pena.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;No hay razón para alborotarse,&lt;br /&gt;
    Habló amablemente El Ladrón,&lt;br /&gt;
    Hay muchos entre nosotros que piensan&lt;br /&gt;
    Que la vida no es más que una broma.&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero tú y yo, ya hemos pasado por eso,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y este no es nuestro destino,&lt;br /&gt;
    Así que no seamos hipócritas,&lt;br /&gt;
    Se está haciendo tarde.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Desde la Atalaya,&lt;br /&gt;
    La Princesa vigilaba&lt;br /&gt;
    Mientras las mujeres iban y venían,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y los lacayos, también.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Fuera en la lejanía un gato montés gruñó,&lt;br /&gt;
    Dos jinetes se aproximaban,&lt;br /&gt;
    El viento comenzó a aullar.&lt;/p&gt;
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  &lt;div class="lyrics_english"&gt;
    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;All Along The Watchtower&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;There must be some way out of here,&lt;br /&gt;
    Said The Joker to The Thief,&lt;br /&gt;
    There's too much confusion,&lt;br /&gt;
    I can't get no relief.&lt;br /&gt;
    Businessmen, they drink my wine,&lt;br /&gt;
    Plowmen dig my earth,&lt;br /&gt;
    None of them along the line know&lt;br /&gt;
    What any of it is worth.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;No reason to get excited,&lt;br /&gt;
    The Thief, he kindly spoke,&lt;br /&gt;
    There are many here among us who feel&lt;br /&gt;
    That life is but a joke.&lt;br /&gt;
    But you and i, we've been through that,&lt;br /&gt;
    And this is not our fate,&lt;br /&gt;
    So let us not talk falsely now,&lt;br /&gt;
    The hour is getting late.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;All along The Watchtower,&lt;br /&gt;
    Princess kept the view&lt;br /&gt;
    While all the women came and went,&lt;br /&gt;
    Barefoot servants, too.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,&lt;br /&gt;
    Two riders were approaching,&lt;br /&gt;
    The wind began to howl.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-3946083369684212280?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/3946083369684212280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=3946083369684212280' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/3946083369684212280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/3946083369684212280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/desde-la-atalaya-bob-dylan.html' title='Desde La Atalaya (Bob Dylan)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-5252668055414507413</id><published>2007-05-25T17:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:51:49.890+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supertramp'/><title type='text'>La Canción Lógica (Supertramp)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;La Canción Lógica&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Cuando era joven,&lt;br /&gt;
    parecía que la vida era maravillosa,&lt;br /&gt;
    un milagro, oh era preciosa, mágica.&lt;br /&gt;
    Y todos los pájaros en los árboles,&lt;br /&gt;
    cantando tan alegremente,&lt;br /&gt;
    felizmente, observándome burlonamente.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Pero entonces me enviaron lejos&lt;br /&gt;
    para enseñarme a ser sensible&lt;br /&gt;
    lógico, responsable, práctico.&lt;br /&gt;
    Y me mostraron un mundo&lt;br /&gt;
    donde podría ser confiable,&lt;br /&gt;
    clínico, intelectual, cínico.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Hay momentos cuando todos duermen,&lt;br /&gt;
    las preguntas surgen demasiado deprisa&lt;br /&gt;
    para un hombre tan sencillo.&lt;br /&gt;
    No podrías,&lt;br /&gt;
    por favor, decirme que hemos aprendido&lt;br /&gt;
    Se que suena absurdo&lt;br /&gt;
    pero, por favor, dime quién soy.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Cuida lo que dices&lt;br /&gt;
    o te llamarán radical,&lt;br /&gt;
    liberal, fanático, criminal.&lt;br /&gt;
    No querrías alistarte,&lt;br /&gt;
    nos gustaría pensar que eres aceptable,&lt;br /&gt;
    respetable, presentable, ¡un vegetal!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Por la noche, cuando todos duermen,&lt;br /&gt;
    las preguntas surgen demasiado deprisa&lt;br /&gt;
    para un hombre tan sencillo.&lt;br /&gt;
    No podrías,&lt;br /&gt;
    por favor, decirme que hemos aprendido&lt;br /&gt;
    Se que suena abusrdo&lt;br /&gt;
    pero, por favor, dime quién soy.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Logical Song&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;When I was young,&lt;br /&gt;
    it seemed that life was so wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;
    a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.&lt;br /&gt;
    And all the birds in the trees,&lt;br /&gt;
    well they'd be singing so happily,&lt;br /&gt;
    joyfully, playfully watching me.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;But then they send me away&lt;br /&gt;
    to teach me how to be sensible,&lt;br /&gt;
    logical, responsible, practical.&lt;br /&gt;
    And they showed me a world&lt;br /&gt;
    where I could be so dependable,&lt;br /&gt;
    clinical, intellectual, cynical.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;There are times when all the world's asleep,&lt;br /&gt;
    the questions run too deep&lt;br /&gt;
    for such a simple man.&lt;br /&gt;
    Won't you please,&lt;br /&gt;
    please tell me what we've learned&lt;br /&gt;
    I know it sounds absurd&lt;br /&gt;
    but please tell me who I am.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Now watch what you say&lt;br /&gt;
    or they'll be calling you a radical,&lt;br /&gt;
    liberal, fanatical, criminal.&lt;br /&gt;
    Won't you sign up your name,&lt;br /&gt;
    we'd like to feel you're acceptable,&lt;br /&gt;
    respetable, presentable, a vegetable!&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;At night, when all the world's asleep,&lt;br /&gt;
    the questions run so deep&lt;br /&gt;
    for such a simple man.&lt;br /&gt;
    Won't you please,&lt;br /&gt;
    please tell me what we've learned&lt;br /&gt;
    I know it sounds absurd&lt;br /&gt;
    but please tell me who I am.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-5252668055414507413?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/5252668055414507413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=5252668055414507413' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/5252668055414507413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/5252668055414507413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-cancin-lgica-supertramp.html' title='La Canción Lógica (Supertramp)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-4328589553356046627</id><published>2007-05-25T16:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:52:09.513+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nine Inch Nails'/><title type='text'>Daño (Nine Inch Nails)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Daño&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Hoy me he hecho daño,&lt;br /&gt;
    Para ver si todavía sentía.&lt;br /&gt;
    Me concentro en el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;
    Lo único que es real.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;La aguja teje un agujero,&lt;br /&gt;
    El viejo y confiable pinchazo.&lt;br /&gt;
    Intento olvidarme de todo,&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero recuerdo cada cosa.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¿En qué me he convertido?&lt;br /&gt;
    Mi dulce amigo.&lt;br /&gt;
    Todo el que conozco,&lt;br /&gt;
    Se aleja al final.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Puedes quedarte con todo,&lt;br /&gt;
    Mi imperio de basura.&lt;br /&gt;
    Te decepcionaré.&lt;br /&gt;
    Te haré daño.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Porto mi corona de mierda,&lt;br /&gt;
    Sentado en mi trono de mentiroso.&lt;br /&gt;
    Lleno de pensamientos rotos,&lt;br /&gt;
    Que no puedo reparar.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Bajo la mácula del tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;
    El sentimiento desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;
    Tu eres cualquier otro,&lt;br /&gt;
    Yo todavía estoy aquí.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;¿En qué me he convertido?&lt;br /&gt;
    Mi dulce amigo.&lt;br /&gt;
    Todo el que conozco,&lt;br /&gt;
    Se aleja al final.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Puedes quedarte con todo,&lt;br /&gt;
    Mi imperio de basura.&lt;br /&gt;
    Te decepcionaré.&lt;br /&gt;
    Te haré daño.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Si pudiera comenzar de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;
    A un millar de millas&lt;br /&gt;
    Me trataría mejor,&lt;br /&gt;
    Encontraría la forma.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Hurt&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;I hurt myself today,&lt;br /&gt;
    To see if I still feel.&lt;br /&gt;
    I focus on the pain,&lt;br /&gt;
    The only thing that's real.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The needle tears a hole,&lt;br /&gt;
    The old familiar sting.&lt;br /&gt;
    Try to kill it all away,&lt;br /&gt;
    But I remember everything.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;What have I become?&lt;br /&gt;
    My sweetest friend.&lt;br /&gt;
    Everyone I know,&lt;br /&gt;
    Goes away in the end.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;You could have it all,&lt;br /&gt;
    My empire of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;
    I will let you down.&lt;br /&gt;
    I will make you hurt.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I wear my crown of shit,&lt;br /&gt;
    On my liar's chair.&lt;br /&gt;
    Full of broken thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;
    I cannot repair.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Beneath the stain of time,&lt;br /&gt;
    The feeling disappears.&lt;br /&gt;
    You are someone else,&lt;br /&gt;
    I am still right here.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;What have I become?&lt;br /&gt;
    My sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;
    Everyone I know,&lt;br /&gt;
    Goes away in the end.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;You could have it all,&lt;br /&gt;
    My empire of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;
    I will let you down.&lt;br /&gt;
    I will make you hurt.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;If I could start again,&lt;br /&gt;
    A million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;
    I would keep myself,&lt;br /&gt;
    I would find a way.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-4328589553356046627?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/4328589553356046627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=4328589553356046627' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/4328589553356046627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/4328589553356046627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/dao-nine-inch-nails.html' title='Daño (Nine Inch Nails)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-7523378717226143314</id><published>2007-05-24T17:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:46:40.395+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><title type='text'>Confortablemente Adormecido (Pink Floyd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkJNyQfAprY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkJNyQfAprY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Confortablemente Adormecido&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;¿Hola?&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Hay alguien ahí?&lt;br /&gt;
    Asiente si me oyes.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Hay alguien en casa?&lt;br /&gt;
    Vamos, ahora,&lt;br /&gt;
    He oído que estas deprimido.&lt;br /&gt;
    Puedo aliviar tu pesar&lt;br /&gt;
    Hacer que te sostengas en pie de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;
    Relájate.&lt;br /&gt;
    Necesitaré un poco de información antes.&lt;br /&gt;
    Sólo cosas básicas.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Puedes decirme dónde duele?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;No hay dolor que estés haciendo retroceder&lt;br /&gt;
    El humo de una embarcación distante en el horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;
    Sólo sales adelante en oleadas.&lt;br /&gt;
    Tus labios se mueven pero no puedo oir lo que dices.&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando era niño tuve una FIEBRE&lt;br /&gt;
    Mis manos parecían globos.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ahora tengo esa sensación otra vez&lt;br /&gt;
    No puedo explicarlo, no lo entenderías&lt;br /&gt;
    No es así como soy.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Me he vuelto confortablemente adormecido.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Me he vuelto confortablemente adormecido.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Perfecto.&lt;br /&gt;
    Sólo un pequeño pinchazo.&lt;br /&gt;
    No habrá más ¡aaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;
    Quizá te sientas un poco mareado.&lt;br /&gt;
    ¿Puedes levantarte?&lt;br /&gt;
    Creo que está funcionando, bien.&lt;br /&gt;
    Eso hara que puedas seguir con el espectáculo&lt;br /&gt;
    Vamos, es hora de marchar.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;No hay dolor que estés haciendo retroceder&lt;br /&gt;
    El humo de una embarcación distante en el horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;
    Sólo sales adelante en oleadas.&lt;br /&gt;
    Tus labios se mueven pero no puedo oir lo que dices.&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando era niño&lt;br /&gt;
    Atrapé una fugaz visión&lt;br /&gt;
    Por el rabillo del ojo.&lt;br /&gt;
    Me gire a mirar pero ya había desaparecido&lt;br /&gt;
    Soy icapaz de recordarlo ahora&lt;br /&gt;
    El niño ha crecido,&lt;br /&gt;
    El sueño se ha ido.&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero me he vuelto confortablemente adormecido.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Comfortably Numb&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;
    Is there anybody in there?&lt;br /&gt;
    Just nod if you can hear me.&lt;br /&gt;
    Is there anyone at home?&lt;br /&gt;
    Come on, now,&lt;br /&gt;
    I hear you're feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;
    I can ease your pain&lt;br /&gt;
    Get you on your feet again.&lt;br /&gt;
    Relax.&lt;br /&gt;
    I'll need some information first.&lt;br /&gt;
    Just the basic facts.&lt;br /&gt;
    Can you show me where it hurts?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;There is no pain you are receding&lt;br /&gt;
    A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;
    You are only coming through in waves.&lt;br /&gt;
    Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;
    When I was a child I had a FEVER&lt;br /&gt;
    My hands felt just like two balloons.&lt;br /&gt;
    Now I've got that feeling once again&lt;br /&gt;
    I can't explain, you would not understand&lt;br /&gt;
    This is not how I am.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I have become comfortably numb.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I have become comfortably numb.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;O.K.&lt;br /&gt;
    Just a little pin prick.&lt;br /&gt;
    There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;
    But you may feel a little sick.&lt;br /&gt;
    Can you stand up?&lt;br /&gt;
    I do believe it's working, good.&lt;br /&gt;
    That'll keep you going through the show&lt;br /&gt;
    Come on it's time to go.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;There is no pain you are receding&lt;br /&gt;
    A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;
    You are only coming through in waves.&lt;br /&gt;
    Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;
    When I was a child&lt;br /&gt;
    I caught a fleeting glimpse&lt;br /&gt;
    Out of the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;
    I turned to look but it was gone&lt;br /&gt;
    I cannot put my finger on it now&lt;br /&gt;
    The child is grown,&lt;br /&gt;
    The dream is gone.&lt;br /&gt;
    But I have become comfortably numb.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Escalera al Cielo&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Hay una dama que está segura de que todo lo que brilla es oro&lt;br /&gt;
    Y está comprando una escalera al cielo.&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando llegue allí sabrá, si las tiendas están todas cerradas&lt;br /&gt;
    Con una palabra puede conseguir aquello a por lo que vino.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooh, ooh, y está comprando una escalera al cielo.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Hay un cartel en la pared pero quiere estar segura&lt;br /&gt;
    porque sabes que a veces las palabras tienen doble sentido.&lt;br /&gt;
    En un árbol cercano al arroyo, hay un pájaro cantor que canta,&lt;br /&gt;
    A veces todos nuestros pensamientos están bajo sospecha.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooh, eso me hace reflexionar,&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooh, eso me hace reflexionar.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Tengo una sensación cuando miro al oeste,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y mi alma clama por partir.&lt;br /&gt;
    En mis pensamientos he visto anillos de humo entre los árboles,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y las voces de aquellos que observan.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooh, eso me hace reflexionar,&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooh, eso me hace reflexionar profundamente.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y se susurra que pronto si todos mantenemos el control&lt;br /&gt;
    Entonces el flautista nos guiará hacia la razón.&lt;br /&gt;
    Y habrá un nuevo amanecer para aquellos que esperaron&lt;br /&gt;
    Y los bosques resonarán con los eco de las risas.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Si notas alboroto en tu parterre, no te alarmes,&lt;br /&gt;
    Sólo es una limpieza general para la Reina de las Hadas.&lt;br /&gt;
    Sí, hay dos sendas que puedes tomar, pero a largo plazo&lt;br /&gt;
    Aún hay tiempo para cambiar el camino que recorres.&lt;br /&gt;
    Y eso me hace reflexionar.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Tu cabeza zumba y no parará, en caso de que lo desconozcas,&lt;br /&gt;
    Es el flautista que te invita a unirte a él,&lt;br /&gt;
    Querida dama, ¿puedes oir el viento soplar?, ¿sabes que&lt;br /&gt;
    Tu escalera yace en el susurrante viento?&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y según nos acercamos al final del sendero&lt;br /&gt;
    Nuestras sombras más alargadas que nuestra alma.&lt;br /&gt;
    Allí camina una dama que todos conocemos&lt;br /&gt;
    Que brilla con blanca luz y quiere enseñarnos&lt;br /&gt;
    Como todo aún puede convertirse en oro.&lt;br /&gt;
    Y si escuchas con gran atención&lt;br /&gt;
    La canción vendrá a ti por fin.&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando todos son uno y uno es todo&lt;br /&gt;
    Ser una roca y no rodar.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Y está comprando una escalera al cielo.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Stairway to Heaven&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;
    And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
    When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed&lt;br /&gt;
    With a word she can get what she came for.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure&lt;br /&gt;
    'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.&lt;br /&gt;
    In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,&lt;br /&gt;
    Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooh, it makes me wonder.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,&lt;br /&gt;
    And my spirit is crying for leaving.&lt;br /&gt;
    In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,&lt;br /&gt;
    And the voices of those who stand looking.&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;
    Ooh, it really makes me wonder.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune&lt;br /&gt;
    Then the piper will lead us to reason.&lt;br /&gt;
    And a new day will dawn for those who stand long&lt;br /&gt;
    And the forests will echo with laughter.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,&lt;br /&gt;
    It's just a spring clean for the May queen.&lt;br /&gt;
    Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run&lt;br /&gt;
    There's still time to change the road you're on.&lt;br /&gt;
    And it makes me wonder.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;
    The piper's calling you to join him,&lt;br /&gt;
    Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know&lt;br /&gt;
    Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And as we wind on down the road&lt;br /&gt;
    Our shadows taller than our soul.&lt;br /&gt;
    There walks a lady we all know&lt;br /&gt;
    Who shines white light and wants to show&lt;br /&gt;
    How everything still turns to gold.&lt;br /&gt;
    And if you listen very hard&lt;br /&gt;
    The tune will come to you at last.&lt;br /&gt;
    When all are one and one is all&lt;br /&gt;
    To be a rock and not to roll.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;La Batalla de Nunca Jamás&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;La Reina de la Luz tomo su arco, Y dió la vuelta para partir,&lt;br /&gt;
    El Principe de la Paz abrazó su lobreguez, Y camino sólo en la noche.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Oh, danza en la oscuridad de la noche, Canta a la luz de la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;
    El Señor Oscuro cabalga de nuevo esta noche, Y el tiempo nos dirá.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Oh, deja tu arado y azadón, no descanses hasta asegurar tu hogar.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Espalda con espalda esperaremos el avance del más oscuro de todos.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Escucho el tronar de los caballos en abajo en el valle,&lt;br /&gt;
    Espero a los angeles de Avalon, espero la llama del este.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Las manzanas del valle retienen, Las semillas de la felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;
    La tierra es rica si se cuida con cariño, recompensa, no olvides.&lt;br /&gt;
    Danza en la oscuridad de la noche, Canta a la luz de la mañana.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Las manzanas se tornan marrones y negras, La cara del tirano es roja.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Oh la guerra es el apuro común, Tomad vuestras espadas y luchad.&lt;br /&gt;
    El cielo está repleto con lo bueno y malo que los mortales desconocen.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Oh, bien, la noche es larga, las perlas del tiempo corren despacio,&lt;br /&gt;
    Ojos cansados al alba, esperando la llama del este.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;El dolor de la guerra no superará la aflicción por sus consecuencias.&lt;br /&gt;
    Los tambores sacudirán los muros del castillo, los espectros del&lt;br /&gt;
    los espectros del anillo cabalgan de negro, Cabalga.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Canta mientras alzas tu arco, dispara con más acierto que antes.&lt;br /&gt;
    No hay consuelo al fuego en la noche que ilumina tan gélida cara.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Oh danza en la oscuridad de la noche, Canta a la luz de la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;
    Las runas mágicas están escritas en oro para traer el equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;
    Traerlo de nuevo.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Por fin el sol brilla, Las nubes azules se deslizan,&lt;br /&gt;
    Con llamas del dragón de la oscuridad, la luz del sol ciega sus ojos.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Ooh, Traerlo de nuevo, Traerlo de nuevo&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;The Battle Of Evermore&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,&lt;br /&gt;
    The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.&lt;/p&gt;
    
    &lt;p&gt;Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;
    The Dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below,&lt;br /&gt;
    I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;
    The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;
    Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Oh war is the common plight, Pick up your swords and fight.&lt;br /&gt;
    The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow,&lt;br /&gt;
    Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,&lt;br /&gt;
    The drums will shake the castle wall,&lt;br /&gt;
    the ringwraiths ride in black, Ride on.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.&lt;br /&gt;
    No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;
    The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back.&lt;br /&gt;
    Bring it back.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,&lt;br /&gt;
    With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Ooh, Bring it back, Bring it back&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Epitafio&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;El Muro en que Los Profetas escribieron&lt;br /&gt;
    Se resquebraja desde sus cimientos.&lt;br /&gt;
    Sobre Los Instrumentos de Muerte&lt;br /&gt;
    La luz del sol destella brillante.&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando todo hombre es hecho jirones&lt;br /&gt;
    Con Pesadillas y con Sueños,&lt;br /&gt;
    Nadie dejará La Corona de Laurel&lt;br /&gt;
    Mientras el silencio ahoga los gritos.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Entre Las Puertas de Hierro del Destino,&lt;br /&gt;
    Las Semillas del Tiempo se sembraron,&lt;br /&gt;
    Y regaron por las hazañas de aquellos&lt;br /&gt;
    que conocen y son conocidos;&lt;br /&gt;
    El Conocimiento es un amigo mortal&lt;br /&gt;
    Cuando nadie establece Las Reglas.&lt;br /&gt;
    El Destino de La Humanidad según veo&lt;br /&gt;
    Está en Las Manos de Los Necios.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Confusión&amp;quot; será mi Epitafio.&lt;br /&gt;
    Mientras me arrastro por un sendero agrietado&lt;br /&gt;
    Si lo conseguimos podremos descansar&lt;br /&gt;
    y reirnos.&lt;br /&gt;
    Pero me temo que mañana estaré llorando,&lt;br /&gt;
    Sí, me temo que mañana estaré llorando.&lt;/p&gt;
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    &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;Epitaph&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;p&gt;The Wall on which The Prophets wrote&lt;br /&gt;
    Is cracking at the seams.&lt;br /&gt;
    Upon The Instruments of Death&lt;br /&gt;
    The sunlight brightly gleams.&lt;br /&gt;
    When every man is torn apart&lt;br /&gt;
    With Nightmares and with Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;
    Will no one lay The Laurel Wreath&lt;br /&gt;
    As silence drowns the screams.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;Between The Iron Gates of Fate,&lt;br /&gt;
    The Seeds of Time were sown,&lt;br /&gt;
    And watered by the deeds of those&lt;br /&gt;
    Who know and who are known;&lt;br /&gt;
    Knowledge is a deadly friend&lt;br /&gt;
    When no one sets The Rules.&lt;br /&gt;
    The Fate of All Mankind I see&lt;br /&gt;
    Is in The Hands of Fools.&lt;/p&gt;

    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Confusion&amp;quot; will be my Epitaph.&lt;br /&gt;
    As I crawl a cracked and broken path&lt;br /&gt;
    If we make it we can all sit back&lt;br /&gt;
    and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
    But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,&lt;br /&gt;
    Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/774848224038068916-8262150599889243794?l=enlacorte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/feeds/8262150599889243794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=774848224038068916&amp;postID=8262150599889243794' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/8262150599889243794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/774848224038068916/posts/default/8262150599889243794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlacorte.blogspot.com/2007/05/epitafio-king-crimson.html' title='Epitafio (King Crimson)'/><author><name>El Bufón Amarillo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120062502812284235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://piyayo.el.googlepages.com/yj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-774848224038068916.post-9107844966346500119</id><published>2007-05-22T20:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:44:53.888+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='King Crimson'/><title type='text'>En la Corte de El Rey Carmesí (King Crimson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHkisNZH77Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHkisNZH77Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;En la Corte de El Rey Carmesí&lt;/div&gt;
          &lt;p&gt;Las oxidadas cadenas de las Lunas Prisioneras&lt;br /&gt;
          Son hechas añicos por El Sol.&lt;br /&gt;
          Camino por un sendero, los horizontes cambian&lt;br /&gt;
          El Torneo ha comenzado.&lt;br /&gt;
          El Flautista Púrpura toca su melodía&lt;br /&gt;
          El Coro canta a media voz;&lt;br /&gt;
          Tres Nanas en una lengua antigua,&lt;br /&gt;
          Para la Corte de El Rey Carmesí.&lt;/p&gt;

          &lt;p&gt;El Guardian de Las Llaves de la Ciudad&lt;br /&gt;
          Coloca póstigos sobre Los Sueños.&lt;br /&gt;
          Aguardo a la entrada de la Puerta del Peregrino&lt;br /&gt;
          Algo desorientado.&lt;br /&gt;
          La Reina Negra canta&lt;br /&gt;
          La Marcha Funebre,&lt;br /&gt;
          Las agrietadas campanas de bronce tañerán;&lt;br /&gt;
          Para invocar a la Bruja del Fuego&lt;br /&gt;
          A la Corte de El Rey Carmesí.&lt;/p&gt;

          &lt;p&gt;El Jardinero planta un abeto&lt;br /&gt;
          Mientras pisotea una flor.&lt;br /&gt;
          Persigo El Viento de La Nave-Prisma&lt;br /&gt;
          Para saborear La Dulzura y La Amargura.&lt;br /&gt;
          El Malabarista alza su mano;&lt;br /&gt;
          La Orquesta comienza.&lt;br /&gt;
          Lentamente gira la Rueda de Moler&lt;br /&gt;
          En la Corte de El Rey Carmesí.&lt;/p&gt;

          &lt;p&gt;En los amaneceres grises las viudas lloran,&lt;br /&gt;
          Los Sabios comparten una broma;&lt;br /&gt;
          Corro a interpretar los designios&lt;br /&gt;
          Para satisfacer El Engaño.&lt;br /&gt;
          El Bufón Amarillo no toca&lt;br /&gt;
          Pero rasga delicadamente las cuerdas&lt;br /&gt;
          Y sonríe mientras Las Marionetas bailan&lt;br /&gt;
          En la Corte de El Rey Carmesí.&lt;/p&gt;
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      &lt;div class="lyric_header"&gt;In the Court of The Crimson King&lt;/div&gt;
          &lt;p&gt;The rusted chains of Prison Moons&lt;br /&gt;
          Are shattered by The Sun.&lt;br /&gt;
          I walk a road, horizons change&lt;br /&gt;
          The Tournament's begun.&lt;br /&gt;
          The Purple Piper plays his tune,&lt;br /&gt;
          The Choir softly sing;&lt;br /&gt;
          Three Lullabies in an ancient tongue,&lt;br /&gt;
          For the Court of The Crimson King.&lt;/p&gt;

          &lt;p&gt;The Keeper of The City Keys&lt;br /&gt;
          Put shutters on The Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
          I wait outside The Pilgrim's Door&lt;br /&gt;
          With insufficient schemes.&lt;br /&gt;
          The Black Queen chants&lt;br /&gt;
          The Funeral March,&lt;br /&gt;
          The cracked brass bells will ring;&lt;br /&gt;
          To summon back The Fire Witch&lt;br /&gt;
          To the Court of The Crimson King.&lt;/p&gt;

          &lt;p&gt;The Gardener plants an evergreen&lt;br /&gt;
          Whilst trampling on a flower.&lt;br /&gt;
          I chase The Wind of A Prism Ship&lt;br /&gt;
          To taste The Sweet and Sour.&lt;br /&gt;
          The Pattern Juggler lifts his hand;&lt;br /&gt;
          The Orchestra begin.&lt;br /&gt;
          As slowly turns The Grinding Wheel&lt;br /&gt;
          In the Court of The Crimson King.&lt;/p&gt;

          &lt;p&gt;On soft grey mornings widows cry,&lt;br /&gt;
          The Wise Men share a joke;&lt;br /&gt;
          I run to grasp divining signs&lt;br /&gt;
          To satisfy The Hoax.&lt;br /&gt;
          The Yellow Jester does not play&lt;br /&gt;
          But gently pulls the strings&lt;br /&gt;
          And smiles as The Puppets dance&lt;br /&gt;
          In the Court of The Crimson King.&lt;/p&gt;
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