Openmic Semana 79; El Batá (Original)

in life •  6 years ago  (edited)

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No estoy de acuerdo en jugar con los sentimientos de nadie y por supuesto con los propios para conseguir nada. El fin no justifica los medios y por otra parte los medios o sea el camino es lo mas sabroso de recorrer.

Gracias a mi amigo Javier Espinosa que es el productor del video y la grabación y que no me cobra nada.

Aquí les dejo la letra de mi canción para que la disfruten a medida que la escuchen.

El Batá (letra y música de Fernando Mosquera)

Suena un batá en el cielo, de Bogotá
y un viento mezcla de Africa y de América
le empuja las caderas
la abraza contra la vidriera
y Eufemia tambalea y la vereda
ahora es un flan.

Se recupera en medio, de Bogotá
hablando tres idiomas, con alemán
y piensa en otra tierra, Europa para ella
y un caballero inglés o belga, o un catalán
y escribe cartas y manda fotos
y gasta espejo y lápiz labial
frente a otras fotos, que le mandaron
ensalla como, se va a enamorar
se va a enamorar, se va a enamorar, se va.

Hay flechas en el aire, de Bogotá
teléfonos que mienten o que no están
escucha la llamada
la tierra y yo que te reclaman
pelea por tu vida.

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I do not agree to play with the feelings of anyone and of course with the ones of mine, to get anything. The end does not justify the means and on the other hand, the means or what we call the way, is the most delicious to travel.

Thanks to my friend Javier Espinosa who is the producer of the video and the recording and who does not charge me anything.

Here you have the lirics of my song so you can enjoy it while you listen the recording.

El Batá (lirics and music by Fernando Mosquera)

One batá sounds in the Bogotá sky
a mixed wind of Africa and America
it pushes her hips
hugs her against the window
and Eufemia falters and the street
now it's a flan.

She recovers in the middle of Bogotá
speaking three languages, including German
and think of another land, Europe for her
and in an English or Belgian gentleman, or a Catalan
and she writes letters, and she sends photos
and she spends mirrors and lipstick
and in front of other photos, that they sent her
she practice how she's going to fall in love
to fall in love, to fall in love,
to fall.

There are arrows in the air of Bogotá
phones that lie or that are not there
she listen to the call,
the earth and I that claim for her
fight for your life

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que linda canción, maravillosa