Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cinco Siglos Igual, artist - Leon Gieco.
Date of issue: 10.11.2021
Song language: Spanish
Cinco Siglos Igual(original) |
Soledad sobre ruinas, sangre en el trigo |
Rojo y amarillo, manantial del veneno |
Escudo heridas, cinco siglos igual |
Libertad sin galope, banderas rotas |
Soberbia y mentiras, medallas de oro y plata |
Contra esperanza, cinco siglos igual |
En esta parte de la tierra la historia se o se caen las piedras aun las que |
tocan el cielo |
O estan cerca del sol o estan cerca del sol |
Desamor desencuentro, perdon y olvido |
Cuerpo con mineral, pueblos trabajadores |
Infancias pobres, cinco siglos igual |
Lealtad sobre tumbas, piedra sagrada |
Dios no alcanzo a llorar, sueño largo del mal |
Hijos de nadie, cinco siglos igual |
Muerte contra la vida, gloria de un pueblo |
Desaparecido es comienzo, es final |
Leyenda perdida, cinco siglos igual |
En esta parte de la tierra la historia se cayo |
Como se caen las piedras aun las que tocan el cielo |
O estan cerca del sol o estan cerca del sol |
Es tinieblas con flores, revoluciones |
Y aunque muchos no estan, nunca nadie penso |
Besarte los pies, cinco siglos igual |
(translation) |
Solitude on ruins, blood on the wheat |
Red and yellow, spring of poison |
Shield wounds, five centuries the same |
Freedom without a gallop, broken flags |
Pride and lies, gold and silver medals |
Against hope, five centuries the same |
In this part of the earth, history is lost or stones fall, even those that |
touch the sky |
Either they are close to the sun or they are close to the sun |
Heartbreak disagreement, forgiveness and forgetting |
Body with ore, hardworking peoples |
Poor childhoods, five centuries the same |
Loyalty on graves, holy stone |
God did not get to cry, long dream of evil |
Children of no one, five centuries the same |
Death against life, glory of a people |
Gone is the beginning, it's the end |
Lost legend, five centuries the same |
In this part of the earth history fell |
How stones fall even those that touch the sky |
Either they are close to the sun or they are close to the sun |
It is darkness with flowers, revolutions |
And although many are not, no one ever thought |
Kiss your feet, five centuries the same |