Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vieja Ciudad De Hierro, artist - Rodrigo Gonzalez.
Date of issue: 15.02.1997
Song language: Spanish
Vieja Ciudad De Hierro(original) |
Vieja ciudad de hierro |
De cemento y de gente sin descanso; |
Si algún día tu historia tiene algún remanso |
Dejarías de ser ciudad |
Con tu cuerpo maltrecho |
Por los años y culturas que han pasado |
Por la gente que sin ver, has albergado: |
El otoño para ti llego forzado |
Ya que te han parado el tiempo |
Te han quitado la promesa de ser viento |
Te han quebrado las entrañas y el silencio |
Ha volado como un ave sin aliento |
Se ha marchado lejos |
Tu sonrisa clara y en tus azulejos |
Han morado colores que son añejos |
Y ahora ya no brillan más |
Capital de mil formas |
De recuerdos que se mueren entre el polvo |
De tus carros, de tus fábricas y gentes |
Que se hacinan y tu muerte no la sienten |
¿Qué harás con la violencia |
De tus tardes y tus noches en tus calles? |
Y tus parques y edificios coloniales |
Convertidos en veloces ejes viales |
Ya que te han parado el tiempo |
Te han quitado la promesa de ser viento |
Te han quebrado las entrañas y el silencio |
Ha volado como un ave sin aliento |
Se ha marchado lejos |
Tu sonrisa clara y en tus azulejos |
Han morado colores que son añejos |
Y ahora ya no brillan más |
(translation) |
old iron city |
Of cement and people without rest; |
If one day your story has some backwater |
You would cease to be a city |
with your battered body |
For the years and cultures that have passed |
For the people that without seeing, you have housed: |
Autumn for you came forced |
Since they have stopped your time |
They have taken away the promise of being wind |
They have broken your insides and your silence |
Has flown like a breathless bird |
She has gone away |
Your smile clear and on your tiles |
They have purple colors that are vintage |
And now they don't shine anymore |
Capital of a thousand forms |
Of memories that die in the dust |
Of your cars, of your factories and people |
That they are overcrowded and they don't feel your death |
What will you do with the violence |
Of your afternoons and your nights in your streets? |
And your parks and colonial buildings |
Converted into fast road axes |
Since they have stopped your time |
They have taken away the promise of being wind |
They have broken your insides and your silence |
Has flown like a breathless bird |
has gone away |
Your smile clear and on your tiles |
They have purple colors that are vintage |
And now they don't shine anymore |