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Big Green Country

Page history last edited by Tasio Martin 2 years, 4 months ago

 Big Green Country


Across the plain
flew the lone grey rider
Leather bag
pounding on his back
Above the clouds the moon
was climbing higher
A pack of wolves wanted
their money back

With folded arms
the chief stood watching
Painted braves
slipped down the hill
In his ears
the spirit talking
As they closed in
For an easy kill

At the house
the door was wide open
Wind blew
curtains off the rod
She was waiting and hoping
She was praying to her god

He was luckier than most men
He was barely in his prime
As she stood there
in the doorway
Her long dress flowing
Would he make it this time

[solo]

Over the hill
in the big green country
That's the place where
the cancer cowboy rides
Pure as the driven snow
before it got him
Sometimes I feel like
he's all right

Sometimes I feel
like a piece of paper
Sometimes I feel
like my own name
Sometimes I feel
different later
Sometimes I feel
I feel just the same

[solo]
 

 La vasta campiña verde


Llano a través
huía el solitario jinete gris
con una bolsa de cuero
a la espalda.
Bajo las nubes,
la luna ascendía
y una manada de lobos quería
recuperar su dinero.

Cruzado de brazos
el jefe observaba
a sus bravos pintados
colina abajo.
En sus oídos
resonaban las palabras del espíritu
como preámbulo
de una presa fácil.

En la casa
la puerta estaba de par en par
y el viento agitaba
con fuerza las cortinas.
Ella aguardaba y confiaba,
rezando a su Dios.

Él era de los más afortunados.
Casi un primerizo,
con ella aguardando
en la entrada
y su vestido largo ondeando,
era su momento.

[solo]

Desde la colina
sobre la vasta campiña verde
se divisa
al canceroso jinete cabalgar,
puro como la nieve,
antes de que le dé alcance.
A veces tengo la sensación
de que hace lo correcto.

A veces me siento
como una hoja de papel.
A veces me siento
como mi apellido.
Otras veces me noto
diferente.
A veces me siento
exactamente igual.

[solo]
 

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