Vieja Ciudad De Hierro - Rodrigo Gonzalez

Vieja ciudad de hierro

De cemento y de gente sin descanso;

Si algún día tu historia tiene algún remanso

Dejarías de ser ciudad

Con tu cuerpo maltrecho

Por los años y culturas que han pasado

Por la gente que sin ver, has albergado:

El otoño para ti llego forzado

Ya que te han parado el tiempo

Te han quitado la promesa de ser viento

Te han quebrado las entrañas y el silencio

Ha volado como un ave sin aliento

Se ha marchado lejos

Tu sonrisa clara y en tus azulejos

Han morado colores que son añejos

Y ahora ya no brillan más

Capital de mil formas

De recuerdos que se mueren entre el polvo

De tus carros, de tus fábricas y gentes

Que se hacinan y tu muerte no la sienten

¿Qué harás con la violencia

De tus tardes y tus noches en tus calles?

Y tus parques y edificios coloniales

Convertidos en veloces ejes viales

Ya que te han parado el tiempo

Te han quitado la promesa de ser viento

Te han quebrado las entrañas y el silencio

Ha volado como un ave sin aliento

Se ha marchado lejos

Tu sonrisa clara y en tus azulejos

Han morado colores que son añejos

Y ahora ya no brillan más

old iron city

Of cement and people without rest;

If one day your story has some backwater

You would cease to be a city

with your battered body

For the years and cultures that have passed

For the people that without seeing, you have housed:

Autumn for you came forced

Since they have stopped your time

They have taken away the promise of being wind

They have broken your insides and your silence

Has flown like a breathless bird

She has gone away

Your smile clear and on your tiles

They have purple colors that are vintage

And now they don't shine anymore

Capital of a thousand forms

Of memories that die in the dust

Of your cars, of your factories and people

That they are overcrowded and they don't feel your death

What will you do with the violence

Of your afternoons and your nights in your streets?

And your parks and colonial buildings

Converted into fast road axes

Since they have stopped your time

They have taken away the promise of being wind

They have broken your insides and your silence

Has flown like a breathless bird

has gone away

Your smile clear and on your tiles

They have purple colors that are vintage

And now they don't shine anymore