The Sheep's Song (02) - The House of the Lost Lovers

Come on now!
Let’s back out all
And hear me loud
I’m the shout of war.
Scream my hymn and
Fight for us;
I’m your voice and
I’m the one.

Don’t mind flags!
Doesn’t mind left!
Don’t mind bands!
Doesn’t mind right!
Don’t mind you!
Only I!
Scream my hymn and
Fight for us;
I’m your voice!
I’m the one!

There’s only one song
Sounding this world
And sleep and blind our thoughts
Our minds, our hopes.
We’re sheeps without choice
Who carry on
In this world of fears and cold
But just carry on!

All sheeps watch this demon
But love all about he talks
Although behind this nice words
Wait our sacrifice.
Payments, rents and something
To earn power for the one
While in the TV shows
Poison for our lifes.

AT - Come on sheeps jump!
M - Someone only wait
AT - Sing my Song yeah!
M - Just the time to leave their white clothes,
Free their own souls…
AT - Be prepared for war!
M - Because…

There’s only one song
Sounding this world
And sleep and blind our thoughts
Our minds, our hopes.
We’re sheeps without choice
Who carry on
In this world of fears and cold
But just carry on!

All sheeps watch this demon
But love all about he talks
Although behind this nice words
Wait our sacrifice.
Payments, rents and something
To earn power for the one
While in the TV shows
Poison for our lifes.


Daniel Villanueva

La Tercera Estación

184 días nos unen desde aquella maravillosa primavera
De largas lluvias y de besos en la escalera.
Dos estaciones unieron mi vida contigo,
Más esta noche… comenzará la tercera.

Hace mucho tiempo y a la vez poco,
Las gotas de lluvia nos abrazaron formando una húmeda estela
Y un saludo entrecortado fue el prólogo a una leyenda
Con noches de terror en la sierra más otras de lluvia de estrellas.

Hace mucho tiempo y a la vez poco,
Dibujamos el firmamento en verano y primavera;
Las noches siempre fueron azules,
Mas jamás ninguna… fue tan bella como la primera.

Hoy miro atrás las huellas de nuestros pasos,
Primero en verde hierba y luego en la arena;
Juntos, alcanzaron escarpados techos
O se sumergieron de la mano en la otra esfera.

Dime pues si las cobrizas hojas del otoño sufrirán el paso de nuestras huellas;
Si poco a poco, el tiempo y nuestro destino nos conducirán…
A una nueva primavera.
¿Lo deseas?


Daniel Villanueva
21/09/10
2+1+9+1=13
184 días juntos = 1+8+4=13

Somewhere (01) - The House of the Lost Lovers

Waves break all silence,
Wind only refresh
And I carry on
Through this way of sand.

Fate is approaching
(He) writes the lines I break – You think (whisper)
All was gone…
Sadness and pain!

The road goes on
The goals are near if you don’t try to fail
Fail!
If you don’t fight, but you know you want to escape
My road goes on
The horizon is near and near the west!
West!

There’s a place on a cliff
Where birds (are) flying over the sunshine.
There’s a place where dreams could live
Like nowhere.
There’s a place (where) I could climb
All wishes I’ll have in my mind
There’s a place I’m going to live,
Cause that’s my time.

This house makes me feel higher
Finally I’m going to live away.
Near the coast;
Far from my birth place.

Our story could be longer
Than the own story of this place – You think (whisper)
I was gone
And now I’m here to do my own way.

The road goes on
The goals are near if you don’t try to fail
Fail!
If you don’t fight, but you know you want to escape.
My road goes on
The horizon is near and near the west!
West!

There’s a place on a cliff
Where birds (are) flying over the sunshine.
There’s a place where dreams could live
Like nowhere.
There’s a place (where) I could climb
All wishes I’ll have in my mind
There’s a place I’m going to live,
Cause that’s my time.


Somewhere
A shadow is approaching
But I don’t know where.
Somewhere
The future is changing
And roses (are) conducing my way.


Daniel Villanueva
29/08/10 – 30/08/10
(Sólo serán publicadas las letras del proyecto "House of the Lost Lovers"; la novela no verá luz hasta su finalización)

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