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La memoria

León Gieco
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MEMORYThe Memory
The old loves now faded away,
the old illusions of the losers,
all the promises going away,
and those who fell in some war.
The elderly think of the past
The illusions through the years lost
Promises that slipped away
Wars and counting all the lives cost
Everything is kept in memory,
the dream of life and history.
All of this kept in the memory
Dreams of life and history
Deception and complicty
of genocidaires being still free,
the indult and the Punto Final
for the beasts of that hell.
Deceitful, complicit in crimes
Of genocides, all those who fell
The monsters at blame for it all
Committed forever to hell
Everything is kept in memory,
the dream of life and history.
All of this kept in the memory
Dreams of life and history
Memory awakens to injure
the peoples fallen asleep
that don’t let it live
free like the wind.
The memories are wide awake
Even to those who are sleeping
All the hurt slips away
Free like the wind
The desaparecidos we’re looking for
with the color of their birth
hunger and abundance coming together
mistreatment with bad memories.
The disappeared in Argentina
Where children search for their names
Hunger and longing together
An evil legacy of shame
Everything is fixed* in memory,
the thorn of life and history.
All of this nailed to the memory
Puncturing life and history
Two thousand would eat for a year
with what a military minute costs
how many would stop being slaves
for the prince of one bomb thrown to the sea.
As the troops use billions of dollars
Needed by schools, arts, and health
Were told theyre fighting for freedom
Not oil, gold, riches, or wealth
Everything is fixed* in memory,
the thorn of life and history.
All of this nailed to the memory
Puncturing life and history
Memory stabs until it bleeds
the peoples that hold it
and don’t let it go
free like the wind.
The memorys pierced till it bleeds
Into rivers through cities
Between shorelines and reeds
Free like the wind
All the victims of AMIA,
and those of the Israeli Embassy,
the secret power of weapons
a justice system looking but unable to see.
Prejudice survives generations
Synagogues painted with hate
Stealing land from First Nations
Justice observes but is late
Everything is hidden in memory,
the refuge of life and history.
All of this hides in the memory
A refuge of life and history
It was when the churches kept silent,
it was when soccer devoured everything
when the Pallottian Father and Angelelli
left their blood in the mud.
Declared a security threat
With no charge or trial detained
Human rights are left behind
In prisons with torture and chains
Everything is hidden in memory,
the refuge of life and history.
All of this hides in the memory
A refuge of life and history
Memory keeps blasting until it defeats
the peoples that trample on it
and that don’t let it be
free like the wind.
The memory bursts till it spreads
In the places its banished
Where they do not let it live
Free like the wind
The bullet for Chico Mendes in Brazil,
150,000 Guatemalans,
the miners facing guns,
the repression of students in Mexico.
Poisoning our own water
Selling our own sovereignty
All for some dirty oil
Needed by the military
Everything is charged into memory,
weapon of life and history.
All of this loaded in the memory
Arming the life and history
America with its destroyed sould,
the children killed by the death squad,
Mugica tortured in the slums,
the dignity of Rodolfo Walsh.
America whom we follow
Propping up puppet regimes
Making casualties of civilians
Losing our souls in their screams
Everything is charged into memory,
weapon of life and history.
All of this loaded in the memory
Arming the life and history
Memory aims until it kills
the peoples that silence it
and don’t let it fly
free like the wind.
The memory aims for the kill
In the cities that keep it
From taking flight, against its will
Free like the wind
Free like the wind
* clavar is also "torture, torment": Las espinas clavaron a Jesús.


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