Dear friends, there a friend @jesustiano mentioned to me a song called "Women's Oil With Hat" because here I bring it with great affection to all #hive, because they are classics of Latin American music, my brother would say @gilliatt, a musical jewel, because his guitar, his lyrics and the top of the melody make it a challenge, and then, here I am taking on the challenge, I hope that with your comments you will give the go-ahead, as always with great joy to sing for the family #hive, enjoy it.
Women's Oil With Hat
Silvio Rodríguez
Una mujer se ha perdido
Conocer el delirio y el polvo
Se ha perdido esta bella locura
Su breve cintura debajo de mí
Se ha perdido mi forma de amar
Se ha perdido mi huella en su mar
Veo una luz que vacila
Y promete dejarnos a oscuras
Veo un perro ladrando a la luna
Con otra figura que recuerda a mí
Veo más: veo que no me halló
Veo más: veo que se perdió
La cobardía es asunto
De los hombres, no de los amantes
Los amores cobardes no llegan a amores
Ni a historias, se quedan allí
Ni el recuerdo los puede salvar
Ni el mejor orador conjugar
Una mujer innombrable
Huye como una gaviota
Y yo rápido seco mis botas
Blasfemo una nota y apago el reloj
Qué me tenga cuidado el amor
Que le puedo cantar su canción
Una mujer con sombrero
Como un cuadro del viejo chagall
Corrompiéndose al centro del miedo
Y yo, que no soy bueno, me puse a llorar
Pero entonces lloraba por mí
Y ahora lloro por verla morir.
Women's Oil With Hat
Silvio Rodríguez
A woman has been lost
Knowing delirium and dust
This beautiful madness has been lost
His short waist below me
My way of loving has been lost
My mark on your sea has been lostI see a light that hesitates
And he promises to leave us in the dark
I see a dog barking at the moon
With another figure reminiscent of me
I see more: I see that he didn't find me
I see more: I see it was lostCowardice is business
Of men, not of lovers
Cowardly loves do not reach loves
Not even stories, they stay there
Not even the memory can save them
Not even the best speaker to combineAn unmentionable woman
Flee like a seagull
And I quickly dry my boots
I blaspheme a note and turn off the clock
May love take care of me
That I can sing your song to youA woman in a hat
Like a picture of the old chagall
Corrupting yourself to the center of fear
And I, who am not good, started crying.
But then he cried for me.
And now I cry for seeing her die.
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