Running Through The Garden

Until she herself
Became the deadliest poison
As she grew older
Ooh, until she herself
Became just as fatal
As was her garden

And so you run toward
What you know is wrong
There are too many flowers
To cut down
With all the love I have for your life
For the love I have for your life
Turn around...

Never did I mean to (never did I mean to)
Imprison you (imprison you)
Here in my garden (here in my garden)
Like I am imprisoned (like I am imprisoned)
All the love I have for your life
All the love I have for your life
Turn around (turn around)

Until she herself
Understood her garden
Leaving her heart broken,
No future at all
Until she herself
Became the toxic garden
Always frightened,
No future at all

And so you run towards
What you know is wrong
There are too many flowers
To cut down
With all the love I have for your life
With all the love I have for your life
Turn around...

Never did I mean to (never did I mean to)
Imprison you (imprison you)
Here in my garden (here in my garden)
Like I am imprisoned (like I am imprisoned)
All the love I have for your life
All the love I have for your life
Turn around (turn around)

So you run towards
What you know is wrong
But there are too many flowers
To cut down
With all the love I have for your life
With all the love I have for your life
Turn around...

Running through the garden,
I'm running in brilliant colors
I'm running straight toward, straight toward
What you know is really wrong
Too many flowers here to cut down
For the love I have for your life
Turn around

For the love I have (for the love I have)
For the love I have (for the love I have)
Turn around...

Fleetwood Mac

Al triste

Ahí está lo que fue: la terca espada
del sajón y su métrica de hierro,
los mares y las islas del destierro
del hijo de Laertes, la dorada
luna del persa y los sin fin jardines
de la filosofía y de la historia,
el oro sepulcral de la memoria
y en la sombra el olor de los jazmines.
Y nada de eso importa. El resignado
ejercicio del verso no te salva
ni las aguas del sueño ni la estrella
que en la arrasada noche olvida el alba.
Una sola mujer es tu cuidado,
igual a las demás, pero que es ella.

Jorge Luis Borges

Given to Fly

He could've tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at me now"
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh

He's.. flying
Whole
High.. wide, oh

He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers
He still stands

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly

High.. flying
Oh, oh
High.. flying
Oh, oh
He's flying
Oh, oh

Pearl Jam

En ti la tierra

Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña,
a veces, diminuta y desnuda,
parece que en una mano mía
cabes, que así voy a cerrarte
y a llevarte a mi boca,
pero de pronto
mis pies tocan tus pies y mi boca tus labios,
has crecido,
suben tus hombros como dos colinas,
tus pechos se pasean por mi pecho,
mi brazo alcanza apenas a rodear la delgada
línea de luna nueva que tiene tu cintura:
en el amor como agua de mar te has desatado:
mido apenas los ojos más extensos del cielo
y me inclino a tu boca para besar la tierra.

Pablo Neruda

Celtic Spring

Gotta spread the news in the regions again
I'm gonna sing my blues in the regions again
Gonna blow my fuse 'cause I wanna cut loose
In the regions again

Wanna dance by you by the light of the moon
I wanna see you there on a bright afternoon
I wanna sing my song, won't you play me the tune
In the regions again

In the Celtic Spring
In the Celtic Spring
Won't you come and go

Wanna go to the regions again
Wanna go to the regions again
I gotta go to the regions again

In the Celtic Spring
In the Celtic Spring
Won't you come and go

Gotta spread the news in the regions again
I'm gonna sing my blues in the regions again
I wanna blow my fuse 'cause I wanna cut loose
In the regions again
Gonna dance with you by the light of the moon
Wanna see you there on a bright afternoon
I wanna sing my song, won't you play me the tune
In the regions again
In the regions again
In the regions again
In the regions again
In the regions again
In the regions again
In the regions again

In the Celtic Spring
In the Celtic Spring
Won't you come and go

Van Morrison

Árbol de mi alma

Como un ave que cruza el aire claro
Siento hacia mí venir tu pensamiento
Y acá en mi corazón hacer su nido.
Ábrese el alma en flor: tiemblan sus ramas

Como los labios frescos de un mancebo
En su primer abrazo a una hermosura:
Cuchichean las hojas: tal parecen
Lenguaraces obreras y envidiosas,
A la doncella de la casa rica

En preparar el tálamo ocupadas:
Ancho es mi corazón, y es todo tuyo:
Todo lo triste cabe en él, y todo
Cuanto en el mundo llora, y sufre, y muere!

De hojas secas, y polvo, y derruidas
Ramas lo limpio: bruño con cuidado
Cada hoja, y los tallos: de las flores
Los gusanos del pétalo comido

Separo: oreo el césped en contorno
Y a recibirte, oh pájaro sin mancha
Apresto el corazón enajenado!

José Martí

Adieu Créature

Adieu créature,
Je m'en vais dans la nature
Et ne m'en veuille pas,
tu ne seras jamais pour moi,
Qu'une jolie créature,
Perdue dans la nature,
Aimant un peu beaucoup trop
Pas assez ou pas dutout
Je suis là pour je ne sais qui,
Pour je ne sais quoi
Tu m'as pris,
Pour je ne sais quoi,
Pour je ne sais qui,
Et moi je ne sais ce qui m'a prit
Ce qui m'a prit de venir ici.
Adieu créature,
Je m'en vais dans la nature
Et ne m'en veuille pas,
Une de ces nuits on se reverra.
Adieu créature,
Adieu créature,
On se reverra
Quelque part dans la nature.

Serge Gainsbourg