Silvio Rodríguez — La Cancion Del Elegido song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Cancion Del Elegido" by Silvio Rodríguez.
Lyrics
siempre que se hace una historia
se habla de un viejo, de un niño, o de sí.
Pero mi historia es dificil,
no voy a hablarles de un hombre comun.
Hare la historia de un ser de otro mundo,
de un animal de galaxia.
Es una historia que tiene que ver
con el curso de la via lactea.
Es una historia enterrada,
es sobre un ser de la nada.
Nacio de una tormenta,
en el sol de una noche,
en el penultimo mes.
Fue de planeta en planeta
buscando agua potable,
quiza buscando la vida
o buscando la muerte,
eso nunca se sabe.
Quiza buscando siluetas
o algo semejante que fuera adorable,
o por lo menos querible, besable,
amable.
El descubrio que las minas
del rey salomon se hallaban en el cielo
y no en el africa ardiente,
como pensaba la gente…
pero las piedras son frias
y le interesaban, calor y alegrias.
Las joyas no tenian alma,
solo eran espejos, colores brillantes.
Y al fin bajo hacia la guerra,
perdon, quise decir a la tierra.
Supo la historia de un golpe,
sintio en su cabeza cristales molidos
y comprendio que la guerra
era la paz del futuro:
lo mas terrible se aprende enseguida
y lo hermoso nos cuesta la vida.
La ultima vez lo vi irse
entre humo y metralla,
contento y desnudo…
iba matando canallas
con su cañon de futuro,
iba matando canallas
con su cañon de futuro…
Lyrics translation
whenever a story is made
there is talk of an old man, of a child, or of himself.
But my story is difficult,
I'm not going to tell you about an ordinary man.
I will make the story of an otherworldly being,
from a galaxy animal.
It's a story that has to do with
with the course of the Milky Way.
It's a buried story.,
it's about a being out of nowhere.
Born of a storm,
in the sun of a night,
in the penultimate month.
It went from planet to planet
searching for drinking water,
maybe looking for life
or looking for death,
you never know that.
Maybe looking for silhouettes
or something like that that was adorable,
or at least lovable, kissable,
friendly.
He discovered that the mines
King Solomon's were in heaven
and not in burning africa,
as people thought…
but the stones are cold
and he was interested in warmth and joy.
The jewels had no soul,
they were just mirrors, bright colors.
And finally down to war,
sorry, I meant Earth.
He knew the story of a coup,
he felt ground crystals on his head
and he understood that the war
it was the peace of the future:
the most terrible thing you learn right away
and beauty costs us our lives.
Last time I saw him leave
between smoke and shrapnel,
happy and naked…
he was killing scoundrels.
with its cannon of the future,
he was killing scoundrels.
with its cannon of the future…