ES:

No sé que tienen las flores
Las flores del campo santo
No sé que tienen las flores
Las flores del campo santo

Que cuando las mueve el viento
Parece que están llorando

A un santo cristo de fierro (llorona)
Mis penas le conté yo
A un santo cristo de fierro, llorona
Mis penas le conté yo

Y cuales serían mis penas, llorona
Que el santo cristo lloró
Y cuales serían mis penas, llorona
Que el santo cristo lloró

Hay de mi llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi llorona
Llorona llévame contigo

Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío
Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío

Dicen que no tengo duelo
Porque no me ven llorar
Dicen que no tengo duelo, llorona
Porque no me ven llorar

Hay muertos que no hacen ruido
Y es más grande su penar
Hay muertos que no hacemos ruido
Y es más grande mi penar

No creas que porque canto (llorona)
Tengo el corazón alegre
No creas que porque canto, llorona
Tengo el corazón alegre

También de dolor se canta, llorona
Cuando llorar no se puede
También de dolor se canta, llorona
Cuando llorar no se puede

Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo

Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío



EN:

I don't know what's wrong with the flowers
The flowers of the holy field
I don't know what's wrong with the flowers
The flowers of the holy field

That when the wind moves them
They seem to be crying

To a holy iron Christ (Llorona (weeping woman))
I told my sorrows
To a holy iron christ, Llorona
I told my sorrows

And how great were my sorrows, Llorona
That the holy Christ wept
And how great were my sorrows, Llorona
That the holy Christ wept

Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you

And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold
And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold

They say I don't grieve
Because they don't see me cry
They say I don't grieve, Llorona
Because they don't see me cry

There are dead people who don't make a noise
Yet their sorrow is greater
There are dead people whom we don't make a noise
Yet my sorrow is greater

Don't think that because I sing (Llorona)
I have a happy heart
Don't think that because I sing, Llorona
I have a happy heart

Also from pain one sings, Llorona
When one cannot cry
Also from pain one sings, Llorona
When we cannot cry

Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you

And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold

RAINY DAY

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Rainy day
Feeling blue
Skies are grey
Where are you?
I know I
Shouldn’t feel this way
But I do

Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I swear
We’ll meet again
And we’ll laugh away
That rainy day
From way back then
Rainy day

It’s like a dream an illusion
A wonderful story you can’t remind
You’re the kind who don’t believe in the future
I am the one who’s stuck in the past
It’s a different view from a different point
Feelings you won’t let Inside
I am here for you but you’re not ready for two
Standing behind waiting a sign
Chained heart chained
And we will be heart chained
Is it all we need to live together in a way
After all we’ve crossed we need to rest an be safe
It doesn’t matter to me if you don’t follow the stream
Wind blows and shapes a new wave
I am here with you as long as you want to
Guiding your steps along this way

Tu dicevi troppe cose
Canzoni tinte di rose
Parole graziose
Oh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesie
Rose c'est la vie
Il cielo è sceso qui
Oh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetri
Così grandi, così verdi e tetri
I suoi nudi celibi
Così grandi, severi e mobili
In te
Scese quindi la mia sposa
Incompresa fu la rosa
Come ogni altra cosa
Oh baby oh baby oh
Tu dicevi troppe cose
Canzoni tinte di rose
Parole graziose
Oh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesie
Rose c'est la vie
Il cielo è sceso qui
Oh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetri
Così grandi, così verdi e tetri
I suoi nudi celibi
Così grandi, severi e mobili
In te
Scese quindi la mia sposa
Incompresa fu la rosa
Come ogni altra cosa
Oh baby oh baby oh

There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one

You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

ES:

no me busques más que estoy cansa'
ya no tengo tiempo pa' tus dramas de sofa
ya no tengo voz para dejarte algún mensaje
ya no tengo riego solo siento un desencaje

estoy desencaja'
no quiero morirme pero si ver el nirvana
soy la Tego Calderon de esta triste balada
el García Lorca y el Calderon de la barca

solo hace teatro
esto es un teatro
ya no siento na'
la catarsis se evapora en cuanto tu te vas
las horas se vuelven flojas metete cristal
por si se te pasa
sad girl aficiona'
por si se te pasa
mis conspiraciones son teorías a estudiar
ni si quiera estoy segura de si me vas a llamar
búscame a las doce en el parque de prosperidad
no se si son mis demonios o eres tu
o es lo mismo, que mas da
que mas da

tengo los bolsillos desgastaos
de tanto meter mano y no sacar taja', no sacar taja'
solo trozos de astillas que me hacen sangrar

siete notas siete colores
siete días fumando polen
siete aros que me he comprao'
siete vírgenes he rezao'

siete notas siete colores
siete días fumando polen
siete años de mala suerte
mi materialismo es mi muerte



EN:

don't look for me any more, I'm tired
I don't have time for your sofa dramas any more
I don't have a voice to leave you a message
I don't have irrigation anymore I just feel a disjoint

I'm disjointed
I don't want to die but I want to see the nirvana
I'm the Tego Calderon of this sad ballad
the Garcia Lorca and the Calderon de la barca

it' s just theater
this is a theater
I don't feel anything anymore
the catharsis evaporates as soon as you're gone
the hours become sluggish get in crystal
in case you get over it
sad girl amateur
just in case you get over it
my conspiracies are theories to be studied
I'm not even sure if you're gonna call me back
look for me at twelve o'clock in prosperity park
I don't know if it's my demons or you
or it's all the same, what difference does it make
what difference does it make

I've got my pockets worn out
from so much reaching in and not getting any slice out, not getting any slice out
just pieces of splinters that make me bleed

seven notes seven colors
seven days smoking pollen
seven hoops that I've bought
seven virgins I have prayed

seven notes seven colors
seven days smoking pollen
seven years of bad luck
my materialism is my death