Chacarera De La Espada
Bocas de un Dios, lamiendo tus pies,
y en tu conciencia quedo la escarcha
Mundo veloz, riqueza y dolor,
llanto de un beso que sabe a nada.
Fuiste a buscar las ruinas de un pasado que ya prescribió,
en esa noche de un destello sangra...
Pero te vas camino del sol,
la chacarera será tu espada...
No es como es, tampoco es así,
te contradices pero no escapas.
Miras tus pies, precisas verdad,
buscas refugio en una mirada.
Cuando el volcán estalle y la roca fundida llegue a vos,
verás que no valdrá salvarte solo...
Sword Chacarera
Mouths of a God, licking your feet,
and in your conscience the frost remains
Fast world, wealth and pain,
weeping of a kiss that tastes like nothing.
You went to seek the ruins of a past that has already expired,
in that night of a flash it bleeds...
But you go on the path of the sun,
the chacarera will be your sword...
It's not like this, nor is it like that,
you contradict yourself but you don't escape.
You look at your feet, you need truth,
you seek refuge in a glance.
When the volcano erupts and the molten rock reaches you,
you will see that it won't be enough to save yourself alone...
Escrita por: Ernesto Guevara / Raly Barrionuevo