Lyrics of Correveidile - Ojos De Brujo

Correveidile (original)

Tierra de olvido, ruleta imposible
El tiempo sigue apagando candela
Quién quiere hoy ya mirarse a los ojos
Quién quiere hoy descubrir las estrellas
En el reloj las horas plegan alas
Van las mujeres vestías de pena
Miran el luto gritándole al mundo
Que venga paz y que paren las guerras
Correveidile, correveidile
Vete corre y dile
Que el arma la tengo yo
Corre y dile, correveidile
Vete corre y dile
Que el arma la he enterrao yo
Loca esperanza vela en cada esquina
Tropas de angustia atacando al gigante
Que bombardea rincones queríos
Y desvanece la luz cada instante
Cual poseídas tejen las mujeres
Con hilo negro y adornos de encaje
Lapiz de un niño que inocente ríe
Entre granadas y ríos de sangre
Qué son 2 días de Otoño pasando dice el carcelero
Más hijos perdíos paciencias vencías y rotos anhelos
De esperar, que esta historia cambiara su final
Y otras luces, quedaran esta vez sin apagar
Verdes vuelos, banderas que se niegan a ondear insumisas, descaradas
Plantan cara y a la patria y al mismo general, no están solas
La historia ya acompaña su verdad
No vale la pena tanta pena, ninguna pena
Correveidile, correveidile
Vete corre y dile
Que el arma la tengo yo
Corre y dile, correveidile
Vete corre y dile
Que el arma la he enterrao yo
Pecho herío y esclavas de la entrega y el amor recolectando ilusiones,
siempre libre

(translation)

Land of oblivion, impossible roulette
Time keeps putting out the candle
Who wants today to look into each other's eyes
Who wants today to discover the stars
On the clock the hours fold wings
They go the women dressed in sorrow
They look at the mourning yelling at the world
Let peace come and stop the wars
Correveidile, correveidile
go run and tell him
I have the weapon
Run and tell him, run with him
go run and tell him
That the weapon I have buried
Crazy hope watches over every corner
Troops of anguish attacking the giant
that bombards beloved corners
And the light fades every moment
Which possessed women weave
With black thread and lace trims
Pencil of a child who innocently laughs
Between grenades and rivers of blood
What are 2 days of Autumn passing says the jailer
More children lost patience you won and broken longings
Hopefully, this story would change its ending
And other lights, this time will remain without turning off
Green flights, flags that refuse to wave rebellious, shameless
They stand up to the country and the general himself, they are not alone
History already accompanies its truth
It's not worth so much pain, no pain
Correveidile, correveidile
go run and tell him
I have the weapon
Run and tell him, run with him
go run and tell him
That the weapon I have buried
Wounded chest and slaves of delivery and love collecting illusions,
always free