Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Cruz de Santiago, artist - Mägo De Oz. Album song Finisterra, in the genre Фолк-металDate of issue: 31.03.2010
Record label: Locomotive
Song language: Spanish
La Cruz de Santiago(original) |
| No era el hombre más honesto |
| Pero él… |
| Era un hombre valiente y fiel |
| Tampoco la piedad se cobijaba en él |
| Malvivía, alquilando por tres maravedís |
| Su espada y vizcaína en |
| Ajustes de poco lustre y de peor fin |
| Eran tiempos duros y había que buscarse el pan |
| Reinaban la picaresca, la espada y el «voto a tal» |
| Brilla el acero en su mano |
| Perla su cara el sudor |
| Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá… |
| Irá a buscar |
| A su espalda, una sombra y a pie |
| Le seguía sin perder ningún detalle |
| Parecía aprender |
| Su mirada reflejaba calma y paz |
| Su voz grave y familiar |
| Relataba leyendas de la antigüedad |
| Algo misterioso le envolvía, no dormía jamás |
| Cuentan que se alimentaba del relato popular |
| Brilla la Cruz de Santiago |
| En su pecho, por el Sol |
| Su rostro jamás descubrió |
| Su nombre ocultó |
| En el tejado del tiempo |
| En el desván de los sueños |
| Se ahoga una voz: |
| «No creas en todo lo que veas |
| Sólo haz caso a tu intuición |
| Y si albergas la duda |
| Nunca hallarás consuelo en tu interior |
| Lanza bien los dados |
| Porque el juego del camino ha comenzado |
| Agudiza tu ingenio |
| Sírvete de mancias |
| Sírvete del tarot |
| Lee en el alma del bosque |
| Y adivina dónde la muerte se escondió" |
| (translation) |
| He wasn't the most honest man |
| But… |
| He was a brave and faithful man |
| Neither was mercy sheltered in him |
| He lived poorly, renting for three maravedís |
| His sword from him and vizcaína in |
| Low-gloss and worst-end settings |
| Those were hard times and bread had to be found |
| The picaresque, the sword and the "vote to such" reigned |
| The steel shines in his hand |
| Pearl his face from him the sweat |
| Where the sea has no owner it will go… |
| will go looking |
| At his back from him, a shadow and walk |
| He followed him without losing any detail |
| he seemed to learn |
| His gaze reflected calm and peace |
| His voice deep and familiar |
| He recounted legends of old |
| Something mysterious enveloped him, he never slept |
| They say that he fed on the popular story |
| The Cross of Santiago shines |
| In his chest of him, by the Sun |
| His face never discovered |
| His name from him hid |
| on the roof of time |
| In the attic of dreams |
| A voice drowns: |
| "Don't believe everything you see |
| Just listen to your intuition |
| And if you harbor the doubt |
| You'll never find comfort inside |
| roll the dice well |
| 'Cause the road game has begun |
| sharpen your wits |
| Help yourself to mancias |
| Use the tarot |
| Read in the soul of the forest |
| And guess where death hid" |