Gaia - Celtas Cortos

Pedi lluvia y me echaron al aljibe

Me dan lagrimas si quiero ver el mar

Pedi un beso y ve lo que me han dado

Ya se que escupir es una forma de besar

Pero siguiendo este fresco enunciado

Tal vez llover sea una forma de llorar

Incendios forestales si pido calor

Acrbatas si lo que quiero es amor

Pedi fuego y con el cuerpo ya no puedo

Ya se que herrar es como pedir lealtad

Pero siguiendo la luz del mas cuerdo

Tal vez arder sea una forma de sanar

He kue yamba O domina ya He kue yamba O domina pronto ya He kue yamba O domina ya He kue yamba O domina pronto ya Sofoco antidisturbios si pido aliento

Cuchicheos si mi kena he de tocar

Pido espacio al viento painiciar mi vuelo

Ya se que caer es una forma de volar

El aire estremece la piel del arroyuelo

Y el ulular del viento es ludico cantar

Pido tierra y me dan campos minados

Transgnicos por miel de mi palmar

Pido un trozo pa sembrar con todo el respeto

Ya se que la tumba es un puerto pa regresar

Ahora retumba la voz del ancestro

Tal vez los sismos sean dulce despertar

He kue yamba O domina ya He kue yamba O domina pronto ya He kue yamba O domina ya He kue yamba O domina pronto ya Gaia ama Gaia, el gallo de tres pies

Haya amor, que haya!

El hombre y la mujer

Santa Manta Raya y un guante del revs

Vuelvo a la Nueva Vizcaya

Y el homo sapiens da traspis

I asked for rain and they threw me into the cistern

They give me tears if I want to see the sea

I asked for a kiss and see what they have given me

I know that spitting is a way of kissing

But following this cool statement

Maybe rain is a way of crying

Forest fires if I ask for heat

Acrobats if what I want is love

I asked for fire and with the body I can no longer

I know that branding is like asking for loyalty

But following the light of the sanest

Maybe burning is a way to heal

He kue yamba O dominates already He kue yamba O dominates soon already He kue yamba O dominates already He kue yamba O dominates soon already Riot suffocation if I ask for encouragement

Whispers if I have to touch my kena

I ask for space to the wind to start my flight

I know that falling is a way of flying

The air shakes the skin of the brook

And the howl of the wind is ludicrous to sing

I ask for land and they give me minefields

GMOs for honey from my palm trees

I ask for a piece to plant with all due respect

I know that the grave is a port to return

Now echoes the voice of the ancestor

Maybe earthquakes are a sweet awakening

He kue yamba O dominates now He kue yamba O dominates soon now He kue yamba O dominates now He kue yamba O dominates soon now Gaia loves Gaia, the three-footed rooster

Let there be love, let there be!

The man and the woman

Santa Manta Ray and a reverse glove

I return to Nueva Vizcaya

And the homo sapiens gives traspis