Aleluya
Luis Eduardo AuteAmerican version, sung by Ed Ames, popular in 1968: "Who Will... | |
La metralla en la mano, un herido muy cercano, la masacre no termina, una joven no respira, una lluvia de granadas, muchas vidas destrozadas, aleluya. gritos mudos que suplican, una tierra que palpita, los recuerdos mutilados, los deseos apagados, una niña que pregunta, unos cuerpos que se anudad, aleluya. quince paders que suplican les entreguen las cenizas, la burla de un regimiento, la sonrisa del sargenteo, unas madres que se juntan, asesinos que preguntan, aleluya. unos pasos sin destino por cuarenta mil caminos, un espanto disonante, el infierno en un instante rojas flores sin su tumba, siempre nunca, nunca, nunca, aleluya. estas son las cosas que me hacen repudiar al gobierno loco del fascista diaz ordaz. muera tavo, muera tavo, aleluya. la razon de la locura, una luz de luna obscura, hay disparos en la noche, unas voces que se rompen, una llama que se apaga, una vida que se acaba, aleluya. una madre que se espanta, tengo seca la garganta, el color de tiempo muerto, un mañana siempre incierto, hay sudor en nuestra mente, el dolor de tanta gente, aleluya. un reloj sin manecillas, mucha gente de rodillas, unas luces de bengala, el fragor de la metralla, una lluvia sobre el alma un incendio en las entrañas, aleluya. hay silencio, mas no olvido, un hijo que se ha perdido, corre sangre por el suelo, es fiesta de granaderos, estudiantes maltratados, los derechos pisoteados, aleluya. estas son las cosas que me hacen repudiar al gobierno loco del fascista diaz ordaz. muera tavo, muera tavo, aleluya. | Who Will Answer? From the canyons of the mind, We wander on and stumble blindly Through the often-tangled maze Of starless nights and sunless days, While casting for some kind of clue Or road to lead us to the truth, But who will answer? Side by side two people stand, Together vowing, hand-in-hand That love's imbedded in their hearts, But soon an empty feeling starts To overwhelm their hollow lives, And when we seek the hows and whys, Who will answer? High upon a lonely ledge, a figure teeters near the edge, And jeering crowds collect below To egg him on with, "Go, man, go!" And who will ask what led him To his private day of doom, And who will answer? On a strange and distant hill, A young man's lying very still. His arms will never hold his child, Because a bullet running wild Has cut him down. And now we cry, "Dear God, Oh, why, oh, why?" And who will answer? (Full melody the rest of the song) If the soul is darkened by a fear it cannot name, If the mind is baffled when the rules don't fit the game, Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer? In the rooms of dark and shades, The scent of sandalwood pervades. The colored thoughts in muddled heads Reclining in rumpled beds Of unmade dreams that can't come true, And when we ask what we should do, Who? Who will answer? 'Neath the spreading mushroom tree, The world revolves in apathy As overhead, a row of specks Roars on, drowned out by discotheques, And if a secret button's pressed Because one man has been outguessed, Who will answer? Is our hope in walnut shells Worn 'round the neck with temple bells, Or deep within some cloistered walls Where hooded figures pray in halls? Or crumbled books on dusty shelves, Or in our stars, or in ourselves, Who will answer? If the soul is darkened By a fear it cannot name, If the mind is baffled When the rules don't fit the game, Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer? Alleluiah! Alleluiah! Alleluiah! |