Ruben Blades — Desapariciones song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Desapariciones" by Ruben Blades.
Lyrics
Que alguien me diga si ha visto a mi esposo-, preguntaba la doña; se llama Ernesto X; tiene 40 años, trabaja de celador en un negocio de carros. Llevaba camisa oscura y pantalón claro. Salióanteanoche y no ha regresado; no séquépensar. Esto antes nunca me había pasado.
Llevo tres días buscando a mi hermana, se llama Altagracia, igual
que la abuela. Saliódel trabajo pa' la escuela. Tenía puestos unos
jeans y una camisa blanca. No ha sido el novio. El tipo estáen su casa. No saben de ella en la PSN, ni en el Hospital.
Que alguien me diga si ha visto a mi hijo. Es estudiante de Pre Medicina. Se llama Agustín. Es un buen muchacho. A veces es terco cuando opina. Lo han detenido. No séquéfuerza. Pantalón
blanco, camisa a rayas. Pasóanteayer.
Clara Quiñones se llama mi madre. Es un alma de Dios, no se mete
con nadie. Y se la han llevado de testigo, por un asunto que es no más
conmigo. Y fuía entregarme, hoy por la tarde y ahora no saben quién
se la llevódel cuartel.
Anoche escuchévarias explosiones. Tiros de escopeta y de revólveres.
Carros acelerados, frenos, gritos. Eco de botas en la calle. Toques de puerta. Quejas. Por Dioses. Platos rotos. Estaban dando la telenovela.
Por eso nadie mirópa' fuera.
¿Adónde van los desaparecidos?
Busca en el agua y en los matorrales.
¿Y por quées que se desaparecen?
Porque no todos somos iguales.
¿Y cuándo vuelve el desaparecido?
Cada vez que los trae el pensamiento.
¿Cómo se le habla al desaparecido?
Con la emoción apretando por dentro.
Edovago
Lyrics translation
Someone tell me if you have seen my husband, " asked the lady; his name is Ernesto X; he is 40 years old, he works as a janitor in a car business. He was wearing a dark shirt and light pants. He left before last night and hasn't come back; don't think about it. This has never happened to me before.
I've been looking for my sister for three days. her name is Altagracia.
than grandma. I got out of work for school. He was wearing some
jeans and a white shirt. It wasn't the boyfriend. The guy's at home. They don't know about her at the PSN, or at the Hospital.
Somebody tell me if you've seen my son. He's a Pre-med student. His name is Agustin. He's a good boy. Sometimes he's stubborn when he thinks. He's been arrested. It doesn't dry out. Pants
white, striped shirt. It happened yesterday.
Clara Quiñones is called my mother. He is a soul of God, he does not interfere
no one. And they have taken her as a witness, for a matter which is no more
with me. And he was going to turn me in, this afternoon and now they don't know who
take her from the barracks.
Last night I heard some explosions. Shotgun and revolver shots.
Speeding cars, brakes, screaming. Echo of boots on the street. Door knocks. Complaint. By The Gods. Broken plates. They were giving the soap opera.
That's why no one looked outside.
Where are the missing people going?
Look in the water and in the bushes.
And why are they disappearing?
Because we're not all the same.
And when does the missing man come back?
Every time the thought brings them.
How do you talk to the missing person?
With emotion squeezing inside.
Edovago