Eramos - Manolo Garcia

Eramos, bajo un techo de hojas, gamos en el corazon del bosque;

Hierba fresca que jamas seria hollada

Eramos jugosa y brillante hierba por la escarcha perlada

Hoy no se ni quien soy.

Y hoy no se ni a donde voy

Solo si hay llama de amor vuelve la esencia.

Solo si la piel dormida despierta

Sabre quien soy, sabre hacia donde voy

Eramos la musica en el murmullo de la corriente, el milagro del fuego,

el terror al eclipse

Laderas eramos, que eran mares de espigas en el suave oleaje de lo que eramos

Hasta donde puede alcanzar la razon, infinita cadena de azules quebradas

Bruma, seno de una tierra virgen.

Hasta donde andara el corazon, eramos

Eramos primigenio mundo de abismos y luces.

Paraiso calmo sin limite de

distancias

En la profunda fronda, adormecidas fieras.

Habitantes callados de las cavernas

Desde donde se mueven la mano y el ojo eramos astil, pedernal y bronce.

Luego rueda, muralla, silo

Poco a poco, todo habria terminado.

Eramos…

We were, under a roof of leaves, fallow deer in the heart of the forest;

Fresh grass that would never be trodden

We were juicy and bright grass by pearl frost

Today I don't even know who I am.

And today I don't even know where I'm going

Only if there is a flame of love does the essence return.

Only if the sleeping skin wakes up

I'll know who I am, I'll know where I'm going

We were the music in the murmur of the stream, the miracle of the fire,

the terror of eclipse

We were hillsides, which were seas of spikes in the gentle waves of what we were

As far as reason can reach, infinite chain of broken blues

Mist, bosom of a virgin land.

As far as the heart would go, we were

We were a primeval world of abysses and lights.

Calm paradise without limit

distances

In the deep foliage, sleeping beasts.

silent cave dwellers

From where the hand and the eye move we were wood, flint and bronze.

Then wheel, rampart, silo

Little by little, everything would be over.

We were…