Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Barro Tal Vez , by - Luis Alberto Spinetta. Release date: 07.04.1982
Song language: Spanish
Barro Tal Vez(original) |
| Si no canto lo que siento |
| Me voy a morir por dentro |
| He de gritarle a los vientos hasta reventar |
| Aunque solo quede tiempo en mi lugar |
| Si quiero me toco el alma |
| Pues mi carne ya no es nada |
| He de fusionar mi resto con el despertar |
| Aunque se pudra mi boca por callar |
| Ya lo estoy queriendo |
| Ya me estoy volviendo canción |
| Barro tal vez |
| Y es que esta es mi corteza donde el hacha golpeará |
| Donde el rio secará para callar |
| Y es que es mi corteza donde el hacha golpeara |
| Donde el rio secará para callar |
| Ya me apuran los momentos |
| Ya mi sien es un lamento |
| Mi cerebro escuepe al final del historial |
| El comienzo que tal vez emprendera |
| Si quiero me toco el alma |
| Pues mi carne ya no es nada |
| He de fusionar mi resto con el despertar |
| Aunque se pudra mi boca por callar |
| Ya lo estoy queriendo |
| Ya lo estoy volviendo cancion |
| Barro tal vez |
| Y es que esta es mi corteza donde el hacha golpeará |
| Donde el rio secara para callar |
| Es que esta es mi corteza donde el hacha golpeara |
| Donde el rio secara para callar |
| (translation) |
| If I don't sing what I feel |
| I'm going to die inside |
| I have to shout at the winds until they burst |
| Although there is only time left in my place |
| If I want I touch my soul |
| Well, my flesh is nothing |
| I have to merge my rest with the awakening |
| Although my mouth rots for being silent |
| I already want it |
| I'm already becoming a song |
| mud maybe |
| And this is my bark where the ax will hit |
| Where the river will dry to silence |
| And it's my bark where the ax will hit |
| Where the river will dry to silence |
| The moments rush me |
| My temple is already a lament |
| My brain spits at the end of history |
| The start that might be made |
| If I want I touch my soul |
| Well, my flesh is nothing |
| I have to merge my rest with the awakening |
| Although my mouth rots for being silent |
| I already want it |
| I'm already turning it into a song |
| mud maybe |
| And this is my bark where the ax will hit |
| Where the river will dry up to silence |
| Is that this is my bark where the ax will hit |
| Where the river will dry up to silence |