El Guerrero
Algun tiempo atras, en cualquier lugar
Murio una mujer y el unico testigo fue el viento
El mon que bajo de la luna me dijo
Si no hay amor tendras la fortuna
Dos cosas distinctas, los suen~os y el destino final
Ya se marcho, no volvera
Un buen guerrero, no vuelve la vista atras
Ya se marcho, no volvera
Bajando el rio, son~ando con crusar el mar
Algun tiempo atras, sin rumbo sin mas
Un hombre encontro el rastro del amor en un suen~o
Las piedras del camino le dieron la clave, la muerte no termina con todo
Dos cosas distinctas, los suen~os y el destino final
Ya se marcho, no volvera
Un buen guerrero, no vuelve las vista atras
Ya se marcho, no volvera
Bajando el rio, son~ando con crusar el mar
Ya se marcho...
We recommend: Till the Answer Comes
The cha cha bar was sliding
and we swam across the Scotchman on the rocks
(so many rocks . . . and glass and sand.)
In shock we docked in Fish Head Harbour
where the lights were dimmed.
(Locked in, we couldn't see a thing . . . )
The floor was tin,
the sky was oil,
the air was poisoned lager
and the juke box pumped out schlager
because no-one pulled the plugs
(so many plugs . . . and sparks.)
The live wives kept us dancing.
Dance in brine, dance in seaweed.
and we swam across the Scotchman on the rocks
(so many rocks . . . and glass and sand.)
In shock we docked in Fish Head Harbour
where the lights were dimmed.
(Locked in, we couldn't see a thing . . . )
The floor was tin,
the sky was oil,
the air was poisoned lager
and the juke box pumped out schlager
because no-one pulled the plugs
(so many plugs . . . and sparks.)
The live wives kept us dancing.
Dance in brine, dance in seaweed.