Translation of the song lyrics Justicia - Lila Downs, Bunbury

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

Justicia (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