Enrique Morente — Nanas de la cebolla (nanas) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Nanas de la cebolla (nanas)" by Enrique Morente.
Lyrics
La cebolla es escarcha
Cerrada y pobre
Escarcha de tus días
Y de mis noches
Hambre y cebolla
Hielo negro y escarcha
Grande y redonda
En la cuna del hambre
Mi niño estaba
Con sangre de cebolla
Se amamantaba
Pero tu sangre
Escarchada de azúcar
Cebolla y hambre
Una mujer morena
Resuelta en luna
Se derrama hilo a hilo
Sobre la cuna
Ríete, niño
Que te traigo la luna
Cuando es preciso
Tu risa me hace libre
Me pone alas
Soledades me quita
Cárcel me arranca
Boca que vuela
Corazón que en tus labios
Relampaguea
Desperté de ser niño:
Nunca despiertes
Triste llevo la boca:
Ríete siempre
No te derrumbes
No sepas lo que pasa ni
Lo que ocurre
Lyrics translation
The onion is Frost
Closed and poor
Frost of your days
And my nights
Hunger and onion
Black ice and Frost
Large and round
In the cradle of hunger
My child was
With onion blood
Breastfeeding
But your blood
Sugar Frost
Onion and hunger
A brunette woman
Solved on Moon
It spills thread by thread
About the cradle
Laugh, kid.
That I bring you the moon
When necessary
Your laughter makes me free
It makes me wings
Loneliness takes me away
Jail rips me out
Mouth flying
Heart that in your lips
Lightning
I woke up from being a child:
Never wake up
Sad I carry my mouth:
Always laugh
Don't fall apart
Don't know what's going on.
What happens