Correveidile - Ojos De Brujo

Tierra de olvido, ruleta imposible

El tiempo sigue apagando candela

Quién quiere hoy ya mirarse a los ojos

Quién quiere hoy descubrir las estrellas

En el reloj las horas plegan alas

Van las mujeres vestías de pena

Miran el luto gritándole al mundo

Que venga paz y que paren las guerras

Correveidile, correveidile

Vete corre y dile

Que el arma la tengo yo

Corre y dile, correveidile

Vete corre y dile

Que el arma la he enterrao yo

Loca esperanza vela en cada esquina

Tropas de angustia atacando al gigante

Que bombardea rincones queríos

Y desvanece la luz cada instante

Cual poseídas tejen las mujeres

Con hilo negro y adornos de encaje

Lapiz de un niño que inocente ríe

Entre granadas y ríos de sangre

Qué son 2 días de Otoño pasando dice el carcelero

Más hijos perdíos paciencias vencías y rotos anhelos

De esperar, que esta historia cambiara su final

Y otras luces, quedaran esta vez sin apagar

Verdes vuelos, banderas que se niegan a ondear insumisas, descaradas

Plantan cara y a la patria y al mismo general, no están solas

La historia ya acompaña su verdad

No vale la pena tanta pena, ninguna pena

Correveidile, correveidile

Vete corre y dile

Que el arma la tengo yo

Corre y dile, correveidile

Vete corre y dile

Que el arma la he enterrao yo

Pecho herío y esclavas de la entrega y el amor recolectando ilusiones,

siempre libre

Land of oblivion, impossible roulette

Time keeps putting out the candle

Who wants today to look into each other's eyes

Who wants today to discover the stars

On the clock the hours fold wings

They go the women dressed in sorrow

They look at the mourning yelling at the world

Let peace come and stop the wars

Correveidile, correveidile

go run and tell him

I have the weapon

Run and tell him, run with him

go run and tell him

That the weapon I have buried

Crazy hope watches over every corner

Troops of anguish attacking the giant

that bombards beloved corners

And the light fades every moment

Which possessed women weave

With black thread and lace trims

Pencil of a child who innocently laughs

Between grenades and rivers of blood

What are 2 days of Autumn passing says the jailer

More children lost patience you won and broken longings

Hopefully, this story would change its ending

And other lights, this time will remain without turning off

Green flights, flags that refuse to wave rebellious, shameless

They stand up to the country and the general himself, they are not alone

History already accompanies its truth

It's not worth so much pain, no pain

Correveidile, correveidile

go run and tell him

I have the weapon

Run and tell him, run with him

go run and tell him

That the weapon I have buried

Wounded chest and slaves of delivery and love collecting illusions,

always free