Below is the lyrics of the song Historias tristes , artist - Duncan Dhu with translation
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Duncan Dhu
jugando a ser, jugando a ser sombras nada mas
sombras de papel con tu piel.
jugando a ser, jugando a ser carne de cuartel
de letrina y de burdel,
la ira vive aqui y la cordura se largo sin avisar,
ninguna voz en el cuartel y marcos se ha marchado ya,
algunos dicen que escapo,
se olle un disparo de fusil y marcos no se levanto
voz de mujer, voz de mujer llorando en el salon
envuelta en gritos y en sudor
un dia gris, un dia gris alguien aviso
que ella ya no esta muy capas
y a una casa gris se la llevaron a vivir
sin preguntar y ahora alli se puede oir
un llanto lento en el salon
envuelto en odio y en dolor y tiemblan manos de mujer
la vista en humo se perdio
playing to be, playing to be shadows nothing more
paper shadows with your skin.
playing to be, playing to be barrack meat
of latrine and brothel,
anger lives here and sanity left without warning,
no voice in the barracks and marcos has already left,
Some say I run away
I heard a rifle shot and Marcos did not get up
voice of a woman, voice of a woman crying in the living room
wrapped in screams and sweat
a gray day, a gray day someone warned
that she is no longer very layered
and they took her to live in a gray house
without asking and now there you can hear
a slow cry in the living room
wrapped in hate and in pain and women's hands tremble
the sight in smoke was lost
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