Justicia - Lila Downs, Bunbury

No no voy a llorar por ti

Voy a guardarme este recuerdo

No no voy a llorar por ti

Que mi corazon no ha muerto

No ha muerto no ha muerto

Que quieren sueños de nuestra Tierra

O bislumbres de cada guerra

Donde los dientes de un zapoteca liberan sueños de mezcal

Que lo malo se va a acabar

Que lo bueno ya va a empezar

Ya no quiero llorar de pena

Solo quiero cantar azusenas

Que el cielo me quiere cantar

Que el cielo me quiere cantar

Platicaba la espuma al mar

Platicaba la espuma al mar

En los ojos que estaban llorando

En los puños que se cerraron

Y en el viento que secrecia

Mariposas que ya no volavan

Y una guerra tapada con su manto

Unas calles con lumbres quebrados

Donde manda la ley de la selva

Donde fueron las cosas buenas

Yo te culpo por el silencio

En la culpa de una mirada

Yo te busco como testigo

Yo te busco por el bordado

De mujeres y de poetas

El discurso que causa preguntas

El tejido de servilletas

Justicia!

te busqué en la calle

Te busqué en el diario

En la television

En las voces sordas de los tribunales

Justicia!

te busque en las caras

Te busque en las bocas

Te busque en las mentes

Te busque en los ojos de nuestras ciudades

Sigo creyendo que lo malo acaba

Que lo bueno viene

La conciencia te llama

Sigo creyendo que lo malo acaba

Que lo bueno viene

La conciencia te llama

Yo te busco en las defunciones

Que en papel nunca aparecieras

En las manchas de las canteras

La pintura te borraria

Pero no borra mi memoria

Ni el orgullo ni valentia

Ni la voz de las cacerolas

Ni las radios de mis vecinas

No I will not cry for you

I'm going to keep this memory

No I will not cry for you

that my heart has not died

not dead not dead

Who want dreams of our Earth

Or glimpses of every war

Where the teeth of a Zapotec release dreams of mezcal

That the bad is going to end

That the good things are about to start

I no longer want to cry in sorrow

I just want to sing azusenas

That the sky wants to sing to me

That the sky wants to sing to me

The foam talked to the sea

The foam talked to the sea

In the eyes that were crying

In the fists that clenched

And in the wind that secreted

Butterflies that no longer flew

And a war covered with its cloak

Some streets with broken lights

Where the law of the jungle rules

where were the good things

I blame you for the silence

In the guilt of a look

I look for you as a witness

I look for you by the embroidery

Of women and of poets

The speech that causes questions

napkin weaving

Justice!

I looked for you on the street

I looked for you in the newspaper

on television

In the deaf voices of the courts

Justice!

I looked for you in the faces

I looked for you in the mouths

I looked for you in the minds

I looked for you in the eyes of our cities

I still believe that the bad ends

that the good comes

conscience calls you

I still believe that the bad ends

that the good comes

conscience calls you

I look for you in deaths

That on paper you never appeared

In the stains of the quarries

The painting would erase you

But it doesn't erase my memory

Neither pride nor bravery

Nor the voice of the saucepans

Nor the radios of my neighbors