Teresa Parodi – Lo Que Pueden Los Indios

Teresa Parodi Lo Que Pueden Los Indios

Teresa Parodi – Lo Que Pueden Los Indios Lyrics

Artist: Teresa Parodi
Song: Lo Que Pueden Los Indios

Inocencio rosales se parece
A una talla hecha a golpe de machete
Suele estarse mirando la distancia
Sin moverse, callado, sin moverse

Hoy le he visto cruzar hacia la plaza
Con un trozo de pan y una botella
Le miré caminar pesadamente
Arrastrando las piernas

Sé que el sol le hace arrugas en la cara
Que le estalla en la frente
Que no puede con él esta mañana
Tan cansado se siente

Inocencio rosales suele alzarse
De su propia tristeza
Con un vaso de vino colorado
Cuando llega la siesta

No golpea las puertas ni siquiera
Cuando el hambre le quema
Con sus tallas oscuras, recostado
Contra el muro se queda

Él no vino del fondo de la isla
A pedirles limosna
Él les trae sus toscas criaturas
Y apenitas les cobra

Tiene un raro fulgor en la mirada
Cuando piensa sufrido
Ya verán un buen día estos señores
Lo que pueden los indios

Él no es de quedarse allí tirado
Como un saco vacío
Él es hombre de andar poniendo el hombro
Es de hacer los caminos

Con un vaso de vino esta mañana
Se ha quedado en la plaza
Frente a él sus criaturas de madera
Se le antoja que bailan

Inocencio rosales sin apuro
Bajo el sol se emborracha
Cuando vuelva a la isla por la noche
Dormirá con la juana

Cantará en guaraní cuando amanezca
Volará en cada astilla
Que le arranque al madero con los dientes
Bajo el sol de la isla
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Lo Que Pueden Los Indios Lyrics – English Translation

Innocent Rosales looks like
A carving made of machete blow
It is usually looking at the distance
Without moving, quiet, without moving

Today I have seen him cross towards the square
With a piece of bread and a bottle
I looked at him walking heavily
Drag the legs

I know the sun makes wrinkles on the face
What it explodes on the forehead
That he can not with him this morning
So tired he feels

Innocent Rosales usually rises
Of his own sadness
With a glass of colorful wine
When the nap arrives

Do not hit the doors even
When hunger burns
With the dark sizes of him, lying
Against the wall he stays

He did not come from the island background
To ask them alms
He brings his tout creatures
And Apenites charges them

He has a rare glare in his look
When he thinks suffered
These gentlemen will see a good day
What the Indians can

He is not to stay there lying
As an empty sack
He is a man to walk putting on his shoulder
He is to do the roads

With a glass of wine this morning
He has stayed in the square
In front of him his wooden creatures
He craves you to dance

Rosales Innocent without hurry
Under the sun he gets drunk
When he returns to the island at night
He will sleep with the Juana

He will sing in Guaraní when he dawns
He will fly in every splinter
That boot the wood with the teeth
Under the sun of the island
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Teresa Parodi Lyrics – Lo Que Pueden Los Indios

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From the album:
Autobiografía
Release Year: 2008