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From the Moan of a Sparrow

Alma Y Vida

Del Gemido de Un Gorrión

De las líneas de su mano
Voló un gorrión
Y un grito de madrugada
De pronto tuvo su voz

Tendido en el empedrado
Un borracho lo bebió
Para robarle los sueños
Que con sus manos ganó

Yo volé con él
Yo grité con él
Yo soñé también

Sabor amargo el que tiene
Un gemido de dolor
Mi pueblo estaba gimiendo
Y hubo quien no lo escuchó

De las líneas de su mano
Voló un gorrión
Y fabricaba su casa
Con promesas de cartón

Su mujer le pidió un hijo
Y el hijo le pidió amor
Los tres gimieron un día
Por un futuro mejor

Yo volé con él
Yo grité con él
Yo soñé también

Sabor amargo el que tiene
Un gemido de dolor
Mi pueblo estaba gimiendo
Y hubo quien no lo escuchó

Yo volé con él...

From the Moan of a Sparrow

From the lines of his hand
A sparrow flew
And a dawn scream
Suddenly had his voice

Lying on the cobblestone
A drunkard drank it
To steal his dreams
That he won with his hands

I flew with him
I screamed with him
I also dreamed

Bitter taste that has
A moan of pain
My town was moaning
And there were those who did not listen

From the lines of his hand
A sparrow flew
And he was building his house
With promises of cardboard

His wife asked him for a child
And the child asked him for love
The three moaned one day
For a better future

I flew with him
I screamed with him
I also dreamed

Bitter taste that has
A moan of pain
My town was moaning
And there were those who did not listen

I flew with him...

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