You see a Lorca, a Dali and a Bunuel;
At war with the State,
At war with themselves.
Wandering gypsies
Reminding you of freedom with 'no limit'.
The gypsies are a threat to the Power;
For the poet they are inspiration.
You write a poem
You draw a painting
You take a film
You part ways leaving behind unfulfilled passion, love;
Searching greener fertile pastures,
Paris.
What is Spain for the artist who needs to express his suffocation?
Dali et Bunuel a Paris
'Un chien Andalou'
Lorca, you stay back
Become one with the revolucion
While your friends graze Paris.
Bunuel, you return to the revolucion
Leaving your friend Dali,
Dali who speaks a different language,
Language of money,
Supporter of Franco, the oppressor.
And Lorca, you inspire,
Like the gypsies who inspired you,
You inspire the people to fight
For freedom, for survival.
The poet and the revolucionario residing in you,
Lorca;
When shot the revolucionario dies but the poet lives
Forever.
At war with the State,
At war with themselves.
Wandering gypsies
Reminding you of freedom with 'no limit'.
The gypsies are a threat to the Power;
For the poet they are inspiration.
You write a poem
You draw a painting
You take a film
You part ways leaving behind unfulfilled passion, love;
Searching greener fertile pastures,
Paris.
What is Spain for the artist who needs to express his suffocation?
Dali et Bunuel a Paris
'Un chien Andalou'
Lorca, you stay back
Become one with the revolucion
While your friends graze Paris.
Bunuel, you return to the revolucion
Leaving your friend Dali,
Dali who speaks a different language,
Language of money,
Supporter of Franco, the oppressor.
And Lorca, you inspire,
Like the gypsies who inspired you,
You inspire the people to fight
For freedom, for survival.
The poet and the revolucionario residing in you,
Lorca;
When shot the revolucionario dies but the poet lives
Forever.
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