Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Romance De Las Piedras, artist - Reincidentes. Album song El Comercio Del Dolor, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.09.2009
Record label: Locomotive
Song language: Spanish
Romance De Las Piedras(original) |
Saben las piedras a este lado |
De porqué las manos lloran |
Saben de cascos de caballos |
De quien vive de deshoras |
Saben del ruido del caer |
Del rocío en las pistolas |
Saben que nunca han de volver |
Las pisadas de la aurora |
Saben del dormir |
Son el lecho del amor |
Cuando en las bocas no hay nada |
Saben del triste deambular |
De las ruedas de los carros |
De la miseria en el jergón |
De soñar, cuchara y barro |
Saben devolver, en las fosas del dolor |
Las caricias del… |
Corazón que rodando va |
Soñando ser piedra alada |
Uuuuuuuuu… y las lenguas ensuciadas |
Uuuuuuuuu… de guijarros, de palabras |
Uuuuuuuuu… y las uñas empedradas |
Y la libertad, en lo puños quiere ser |
El abrazo de … |
La razón, que no entenderá |
De revolver el serrín, de desandar ni |
De fin |
De flotar en aceite con sudor |
De mañanas de gris |
Saben las piedras caminar |
Sobre la sombra del hambre |
Cuando no las coge nadie |
(translation) |
They know the stones on this side |
why do hands cry |
They know about horse hooves |
Of who lives off hours |
They know the sound of falling |
Of the dew on the guns |
They know that they will never return |
The footsteps of the dawn |
They know about sleeping |
They are the bed of love |
When there is nothing in the mouths |
They know of the sad wandering |
From the wheels of the chariots |
Of the misery in the pallet |
Of dreaming, spoon and mud |
They know how to return, in the pits of pain |
The caresses of… |
Heart that rolls |
Dreaming of being a winged stone |
Uuuuuuuuu… and dirty tongues |
Uuuuuuuuu… of pebbles, of words |
Uuuuuuuuu… and stoned nails |
And freedom, in what fists wants to be |
The hug of… |
The reason, you won't understand |
From stirring the sawdust, from retracing or |
end |
Of floating in oil with sweat |
of gray mornings |
stones know how to walk |
About the shadow of hunger |
When no one picks them up |