Alma de Barro - Marie Claire D'Ubaldo

Esta tierra te do un sueo en el pasado

fue hace tiempo

fue cuando an no cabia el miedo

y ese sueo un da se vo desangrado

De otros mares, vinieron con mascaras de dioses

se ocultaron detrs de la avaricia y el derroche

fue un engao a tu fragilidad y tu inocencia

todava se escucha tu llanto en la lejana

(en la lejana)

Alma de barro, piel de color marrn

no pudiste elegir

alma de barro, piel de color marrn

no pudiste elegir, no te dejaron elegir

Y pensar que este suelo fue tu morada

y una lgrima, pues no puedo entender

porque pasara, lo que pasara

Alma de barro, piel de color marrn

no pudiste elegir

alma de barro, piel de color marrn

no pudiste elegir, no te dejaron vivir

Hoy ms raices quieren la historia fiel

(quieren la historia fiel)

Alma de barro

vive tu canto en m, tu canto vive en m

(tu canto vive en m)

Alma De Barro: This song, quite hard to translate, talks about the

indigenous naitives before colonization.

They had dreams, they were

proud.

But from another sea came a different people with (what the

naitives thought they were) masks of gods, and suddenly they knew

fright and pain.

They lost their dreams and they couldn’t chose their

future.

A lot of that culture was lost.

But there’s an essence that is always there;

it comes to life at different times and in different ways.

Sometimes with words that we use today from that old and wise language,

and sometimes when we hear a quena or a sikus, carried on the wind…

coming from the mountains in the Andes… telling us it will never go, it will stay forever, like a ghost from another life.

This land gave you a dream in the past

it was a long time ago

It was when there was still no fear

and that dream one day you bled to death

From other seas, they came with masks of gods

hid behind greed and waste

It was a deception to your fragility and your innocence

your cry is still heard in the distance

(in the far)

Clay soul, brown skin

you couldn't choose

clay soul, brown skin

you couldn't choose, they didn't let you choose

And to think that this ground was your abode

and a tear, because I can not understand

because it will happen, what will happen

Clay soul, brown skin

you couldn't choose

clay soul, brown skin

you couldn't choose, they didn't let you live

Today more roots want the faithful story

(they want the true story)

clay soul

your song lives in me, your song lives in me

(your song lives in me)

Alma De Barro: This song, quite hard to translate, talks about the

indigenous natives before colonization.

They had dreams, they were

proud.

But from another sea came a different people with (what the

naitives thought they were) masks of gods, and suddenly they knew

fright and pain.

They lost their dreams and they couldn't choose their

future.

A lot of that culture was lost.

But there's an essence that is always there;

it comes to life at different times and in different ways.

Sometimes with words that we use today from that old and wise language,

and sometimes when we hear a quena or a sikus, carried on the wind…

coming from the mountains in the Andes… telling us it will never go, it will stay forever, like a ghost from another life.