Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Justicia, artist - Lila Downs. Album song Shake Away, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Blue Note
Song language: Spanish
Justicia(original) |
No no voy a llorar por ti |
Voy a guardarme este recuerdo |
No no voy a llorar por ti |
Que mi corazon no ha muerto |
No ha muerto no ha muerto |
Que quieren sueños de nuestra Tierra |
O bislumbres de cada guerra |
Donde los dientes de un zapoteca liberan sueños de mezcal |
Que lo malo se va a acabar |
Que lo bueno ya va a empezar |
Ya no quiero llorar de pena |
Solo quiero cantar azusenas |
Que el cielo me quiere cantar |
Que el cielo me quiere cantar |
Platicaba la espuma al mar |
Platicaba la espuma al mar |
En los ojos que estaban llorando |
En los puños que se cerraron |
Y en el viento que secrecia |
Mariposas que ya no volavan |
Y una guerra tapada con su manto |
Unas calles con lumbres quebrados |
Donde manda la ley de la selva |
Donde fueron las cosas buenas |
Yo te culpo por el silencio |
En la culpa de una mirada |
Yo te busco como testigo |
Yo te busco por el bordado |
De mujeres y de poetas |
El discurso que causa preguntas |
El tejido de servilletas |
Justicia! |
te busqué en la calle |
Te busqué en el diario |
En la television |
En las voces sordas de los tribunales |
Justicia! |
te busque en las caras |
Te busque en las bocas |
Te busque en las mentes |
Te busque en los ojos de nuestras ciudades |
Sigo creyendo que lo malo acaba |
Que lo bueno viene |
La conciencia te llama |
Sigo creyendo que lo malo acaba |
Que lo bueno viene |
La conciencia te llama |
Yo te busco en las defunciones |
Que en papel nunca aparecieras |
En las manchas de las canteras |
La pintura te borraria |
Pero no borra mi memoria |
Ni el orgullo ni valentia |
Ni la voz de las cacerolas |
Ni las radios de mis vecinas |
(translation) |
No I will not cry for you |
I'm going to keep this memory |
No I will not cry for you |
that my heart has not died |
not dead not dead |
Who want dreams of our Earth |
Or glimpses of every war |
Where the teeth of a Zapotec release dreams of mezcal |
That the bad is going to end |
That the good things are about to start |
I no longer want to cry in sorrow |
I just want to sing azusenas |
That the sky wants to sing to me |
That the sky wants to sing to me |
The foam talked to the sea |
The foam talked to the sea |
In the eyes that were crying |
In the fists that clenched |
And in the wind that secreted |
Butterflies that no longer flew |
And a war covered with its cloak |
Some streets with broken lights |
Where the law of the jungle rules |
where were the good things |
I blame you for the silence |
In the guilt of a look |
I look for you as a witness |
I look for you by the embroidery |
Of women and of poets |
The speech that causes questions |
napkin weaving |
Justice! |
I looked for you on the street |
I looked for you in the newspaper |
on television |
In the deaf voices of the courts |
Justice! |
I looked for you in the faces |
I looked for you in the mouths |
I looked for you in the minds |
I looked for you in the eyes of our cities |
I still believe that the bad ends |
that the good comes |
conscience calls you |
I still believe that the bad ends |
that the good comes |
conscience calls you |
I look for you in deaths |
That on paper you never appeared |
In the stains of the quarries |
The painting would erase you |
But it doesn't erase my memory |
Neither pride nor bravery |
Nor the voice of the saucepans |
Nor the radios of my neighbors |