Lyrics of Alma de Barro - Marie Claire D'Ubaldo

Alma de Barro (original)

Esta tierra te do un sueo en el pasado
fue hace tiempo
fue cuando an no cabia el miedo
y ese sueo un da se vo desangrado
De otros mares, vinieron con mascaras de dioses
se ocultaron detrs de la avaricia y el derroche
fue un engao a tu fragilidad y tu inocencia
todava se escucha tu llanto en la lejana
(en la lejana)
Alma de barro, piel de color marrn
no pudiste elegir
alma de barro, piel de color marrn
no pudiste elegir, no te dejaron elegir
Y pensar que este suelo fue tu morada
y una lgrima, pues no puedo entender
porque pasara, lo que pasara
Alma de barro, piel de color marrn
no pudiste elegir
alma de barro, piel de color marrn
no pudiste elegir, no te dejaron vivir
Hoy ms raices quieren la historia fiel
(quieren la historia fiel)
Alma de barro
vive tu canto en m, tu canto vive en m
(tu canto vive en m)
Alma De Barro: This song, quite hard to translate, talks about the
indigenous naitives before colonization.
They had dreams, they were
proud.
But from another sea came a different people with (what the
naitives thought they were) masks of gods, and suddenly they knew
fright and pain.
They lost their dreams and they couldn’t chose their
future.
A lot of that culture was lost.
But there’s an essence that is always there;
it comes to life at different times and in different ways.
Sometimes with words that we use today from that old and wise language,
and sometimes when we hear a quena or a sikus, carried on the wind…
coming from the mountains in the Andes… telling us it will never go, it will stay forever, like a ghost from another life.

(translation)

This land gave you a dream in the past
it was a long time ago
It was when there was still no fear
and that dream one day you bled to death
From other seas, they came with masks of gods
hid behind greed and waste
It was a deception to your fragility and your innocence
your cry is still heard in the distance
(in the far)
Clay soul, brown skin
you couldn't choose
clay soul, brown skin
you couldn't choose, they didn't let you choose
And to think that this ground was your abode
and a tear, because I can not understand
because it will happen, what will happen
Clay soul, brown skin
you couldn't choose
clay soul, brown skin
you couldn't choose, they didn't let you live
Today more roots want the faithful story
(they want the true story)
clay soul
your song lives in me, your song lives in me
(your song lives in me)
Alma De Barro: This song, quite hard to translate, talks about the
indigenous natives before colonization.
They had dreams, they were
proud.
But from another sea came a different people with (what the
naitives thought they were) masks of gods, and suddenly they knew
fright and pain.
They lost their dreams and they couldn't choose their
future.
A lot of that culture was lost.
But there's an essence that is always there;
it comes to life at different times and in different ways.
Sometimes with words that we use today from that old and wise language,
and sometimes when we hear a quena or a sikus, carried on the wind…
coming from the mountains in the Andes… telling us it will never go, it will stay forever, like a ghost from another life.