Los Testigos

by Cuñao

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1.
01:48
LA CARRERA Primer dia de la vida, empieza con dolor de gira el viento implora todos a volar Muchos en sus puestos no se mueven en sus gestos Y desde lejos parecieran regresar Otros sorprendidos lo difícil que extendidos En rodilla caen a lágrimas llorar Algunos olvidados con las risa del soldado Levantados con los gritos del jamás. Giran las pestañas, rompeviento con su aliento ya ni el miedo los detienen en rumbo van Era inesperado los detalles de la calle y como leña no deja el fuego apagar Todos lentos muy contentos recordando los momentos Que aún los llevan en sus palpitar Llegan libres a la esquina, riña que aqui no termina Si mañana otros correran [English] THE RACE First day of life, starts with an excursion pain The wind implores everyone to fly Many in their places, they don’t move in their gestures And from afar they seems to go backwards Others act surprised at how difficult it seems and on their knees the fall to cry Some forgotten by the soldier’s laugther Stirred up by the screams of “Never” The lashes turn, Breaking wind with a whisper not even fear can hold them back now It was unexpected the details from the streets and like burning wood it won’t let the flame go out Everyone slowly very content, remembering the good times That they still hold dear to their hearts They arrive “Free” to the their street corners, a quarrel that does not end today If others will run tomorrow
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LA OVEJA NEGRA Somos su hermano menor Y se lleva todo lo que quiera Sus flechas penetra el rigor En el vientre duras manos negras frutas delicias del sol producidas con inconsecuencias marcha el macho feroz aun así le encendimos la mecha Ay clamor Son los hechos de la oveja negra Ay clamor Dios perdona a los que nos condena Deja sus huellas veloz cuando caza culturas ajenas Soberbio de corazon que no sabe cuidar lo que aprecia Obsequia su gran desamor Y lo viste como la gran lengua comercia sus sueños en voz clara y alta que la vida mengua Ay clamor Son los hechos de la oveja negra Ay clamor Dios perdona a los que nos condena [English Translation] THE BLACK SHEEP We are the younger siblings and he takes whatever he likes His arrows penetrate the strictness in the belly with hardened black hands Delicious fruits from the sun produced with insignificance The Ferocious one marches on And we still light up his wick Oh the outcry, it’s the actions of the black sheep Oh the outcry, God forgives those who condemn us He leaves swift footprints when he hunts foreign cultures arrogant down to the bone that wastes what he appreciates He serves his great disaffection and disguises it in the language He barters his dreams in a voice Loud and clear that life wanes Oh the outcry, it’s the actions of the black sheep Oh the outcry, God forgives those who condemn us
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03:56
NO CAE MAL Cruzando La Montaña, rumbo en pie. Me di cuenta de lo frágil, que es la piel Brillan luces las del valle ocupando a sus habitantes, deleitando Y sonríen, sonríen Otros lloran por su suerte, que no cambia esperando que la muerte no les traiga sueños blancos que suscitan miles ceños en el camino de los rostros sin dueños Y sonríen, sonríen No cae mal de vez en cuando no cae mal que reían tanto Los años coleccionan mil recuerdos mientras que el polvo ahoga los deseos los ojos hechizados van durmiendo con la risa de los viejos bohemios Y sonríen, sonríen No cae mal de vez en cuando no cae mal que reían tanto [ENGLISH] IT DOESN'T HURT Crossing through the mountains path on foot I noticed just how fragile the skin is The lights shine bright from the valley, occupied by its inhabitants, they’re delighted and they smile, smile Others cry for their luck, that does not change Hoping that death does not bring with it White dreams that conjures up a thousand frowns In the road of the ownerless faces It doesn't hurt, every once in awhile It doesn’t hurt to laugh out loud The years collect a thousand memories While the dust covers all desires Dreamy eyes begin to sink into sleep With the laughter of the old Bohemians and they smile, smile It doesn't hurt, every once in awhile It doesn’t hurt to laugh out loud
4.
03:09
LUCHADOR Es La Voz de tiempos ya pasados Suspira memorias de amor, que perdió el reloj Se negó a recibir la gloria Que a su pueblo obsequio al escribir la historia Luchador de pueblo y sueños Libera tu voz del mito Preguntan si eres de carne y hueso Con tu ideal radical, tu nunca moriras Al estar solo a la medianoche Sientes el hambre natal o la inseguridad Luchador de pueblo y sueños Libera tu voz del mito [English Translation] FREEDOM FIGHTER He’s the voice from ages past And he sighs memories of love that the clock has forgotten He declined the glory That he offered to his country when he wrote history Freedom Fighter for people and dreams Free your voice from the myth They ask if you’re made from flesh and bones With your radical ideals, you will never die When you are alone at midnight Do you feel your native hunger or the uncertainty? Freedom Fighter for people and dreams Free your voice from the myth
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03:20 video
MINUTOS El Tiempo es mi uniquo testigo, Bailan los anos de mas Cuentale al mar, cuentale al sol El hijo prodigo llego Escuchan los arboles fieles, pero no pueden gritar Oscurecio y amanecio Y aun tu no encuentras tu voz Momentos que se destacan por las cicatrizes que dejan Minutos, Minutos, Minutos son de mi Minutos, Minutos, Minutos para ti Raros momentos de gloria, me suben me hacen feliz del cielo azul a un abedul, Y ojos que esconden su gris Momentos que se destacan por las cicatrizes que dejan Minutos, Minutos, Minutos son de mi Minutos, Minutos, Minutos para ti [English] MINUTES Time is my only witness, the years dance around me Tell it to the sea, tell it to the sun The prodigal son has arrived The trees listen loyally, but they cannot scream And it grew dark, then it grew light And you still have not found your voice Moments that stand out Because of the scars left behind Minutes, Minutes, Minutes that were mine Minutes, Minutes Minutes that I’d give to you Rare moments of glory, They lift me and make me fulfilled From the blue sky to the roots of a birch And eyes that hide behind their grayness Moments that stand out Because of the scars left behind Minutes, Minutes, Minutes that were mine Minutes, Minutes Minutes I’d give to you

about

In the songwriting tradition of Sylvio Rodriguez and Argentine legend Piero, Cuñao embarks on a short but delightful journey of timeless stories, rich imagery and colorful use of the Spanish language that bring to life the challenges of modernity from the perspective of a Latin American. Cuñao has always been a master of layering, creating dense aural landscapes that fluidly conjur imagery and take you through time; “Los Testigos” (translation: “The Witnesses”) is no exception. Rather it is the thickest and most nostalgic of Cuñao's efforts, echoing through a countryside where the land has a face, ears and eyes, and bears witness.

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released April 24, 2013

All songs written by Julio Montero.
Cover Art by: Adan Arellano.

Mixed by Jonathan Merkel, Mastered by Danny Osuna
Beatchamber - www.beatchamber.com

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