El Basilisco - Luis Eduardo Aute

El Basilisco - Luis Eduardo Aute

  • Year of release: 2012
  • Language: Spanish
  • Duration: 3:24

Below is the lyrics of the song El Basilisco , artist - Luis Eduardo Aute with translation

Lyrics " El Basilisco "

Original text with translation

El Basilisco

Luis Eduardo Aute

Original text

Y bien dice el refrán que quien avisa no es traidor

Por eso no se dude de la gracia de este aviso

Que advierte que se asoma el funeral del cazador

De mirlos blancos resignados al vuelo sumiso

Que duerma, que duerma…

Lejos del aprisco

El Basilisco

La veda que una banda de bandidos levantó

Sin límites de coto ni respeto al calendario

Está agotando la última paciencia del reloj

Que empieza a hacer recuento de las piezas del osario

Que duerma, que duerma…

Lejos del aprisco

El Basilisco

Sería conveniente que el soberbio sanedrín

Pensara en no comerse los despojos del banquete

Por si en algún momento apareciera San Martín

Buscando al cerdo más cebado a punta de machete

Que duerma, que duerma…

Lejos del aprisco

El Basilisco

Cuidado con la Bestia que dormita en su rincón

No sea que despierte de su insomnio aletargado

E imponga su justicia por la vía del Talión

Sin juez y sin balanza y con la espada del jurado

Que duerma, que duerma…

Lejos del aprisco

El Basilisco

Lejos del aprisco

El Basilisco

Song translation

And the saying goes that whoever warns is not a traitor

That is why do not doubt the grace of this notice

That warns that the hunter's funeral is looming

From white blackbirds resigned to submissive flight

Sleep, sleep...

far from the fold

The Basilisk

The ban that a band of bandits raised

No limits of preserve or respect for the calendar

The last patience of the clock is running out

That begins to count the pieces of the ossuary

Sleep, sleep...

far from the fold

The Basilisk

It would be well if the proud Sanhedrin

He will think about not eating the spoils of the banquet

In case at some point San Martín appeared

Looking for the fattest pig at the point of a machete

Sleep, sleep...

far from the fold

The Basilisk

Beware of the Beast that sleeps in your corner

Lest he wake up from his torpid insomnia

And impose your justice on him by way of Talion

Without a judge and without scales and with the sword of the jury

Sleep, sleep...

far from the fold

The Basilisk

far from the fold

The Basilisk

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