Alejandro Filio - De Un Fantasma
Por esa selva ronda un fantasma
Con su delirio, con su esperanza
Camino arriba ganando montaa
Pasin al hombro, muerte a la espalda.
Dicen los hombres que nada se gana
Pero lo cierto es que me habla
Cuando la noche y la luna se abrazan
Cuando sabemos de nada.
Oh, quin lo puede callar.
Oh, si naci en la verdad.
De su estatura se sabe un caudillo
De su figura tanto han mentido
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Para la gloria mil desencantos.
Cuanto fantasma siguiendo su huella
Y cuantas balas espera
Fuma tabaco y escupe otro sueo
De los que espera mi pueblo
La dictadura perfecta es un muerto
Otro cadaver lo que tenemos
Para pagarle a la historia no hay precio
Ni la deshora, ni el buen comercio.
Que baile el pueblo y escriba en el aire
Su vocacin de ser nadie
Miro al futuro y descubro en las calles
Tanto fantasma del hambre.
Alejandro Filio - About a Ghost (English translation)
Through this forest prowls a ghost,
with his delusions and his hopes,
heading uphill, reaching the mountain,
passion at his shoulder, death at his back.
Men say that nothing is to be gained,
but what is certain is that [nothing?] speaks to me
when the night and the moon embrace,
when we know nothing [emptiness?].
Who can keep quiet about it,
if it was born of truth.
A strong man (warlord) is known by his stature.
So many have lied about his figure.
Only a rag for a disguise.
For the glory of God, a thousand disappointments.
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and how many bullets are waiting.
He smokes tobacco and spits out another dream
of those [bullets?] that await my people.
Who can keep quiet about it,
if it was born of truth.
The perfect dictatorship is a dead man,
another corpse that we have.
There is no price to pay history,
neither shame nor good commerce.
For the people dance and write in the air
their calling to be no one.
I look into the future and discover in the streets
such a specter of hunger.
Who can keep quiet about it,
if it was born of truth.