Ramos de veranera

Tu llegarás oliendo a madrugada
a musgo y a camino.
Traerás aún hojas desconocidas
enredadas al pelo.
Y no estarás cansado.
Pero yo besaré
tus ojos de cóndor
hasta secar la última lágrima,
la última gota de sangre,
y con ramos de veranera y de bellísima
limpiaré la pólvora
que aún quede entre tus manos.

 

"Cantos de cuna y de batalla". Virginia Grütter Jiménez

THE FIDDLE AND THE DRUM. A Perfect Circle.

And so once again

My dear Johnny my dear friend.

And so once again you are fighting us all.

And when I ask you why

You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall.

Oh, my friend

How did you come

To trade the fiddle for the drum?

You say I have turned

Like the enemies you've earned.

But I can remember

All the good things you are.

And so I ask you please

Can I help you find the peace and the star.

Oh, my friend

What time is this

To trade the handshake for the fist?

And so once again

Oh, America my friend

And so once again

You are fighting us all

And when we ask you why

You raise your sticks and cry and we fall.

Oh, my friend

How did you come

To trade the fiddle for the drum?

You say we have turned

Like the enemies you've earned.

But we can remember

All the good things you are.

And so we ask you please

Can we help you find the peace and the star.

Oh my friend

We have all come

To fear the beating of your drum.