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Dubaldo Marie Claire
Alma De Barro
Alma De Barro
ALMA DE BARRO (Marie Claire D'Ubaldo)
This land gave you a dream in the past
It was a long time ago
it was when there was still no fear
and that dream one day saw itself bled to death
From other seas, they came with masks of gods
they hid behind of greed and waste
it was a deception of your fragility and your innocence
your cry can still be heard in the distance
(in the distance)
Soul of clay, skin brown in color
you couldn't choose
soul of clay, brown skin
you couldn't choose, they didn't let you choose
And to think that this soil was your abode
and a tear, because I can't understand
why it would happen, what would happen
Mud soul, brown skin
you couldn't choose
mud soul, colored skin brown
you couldn't choose, they didn't let you live
Today more roots want the faithful story
(they want the faithful story)
Soul of clay
live your song in me , your song lives in me
(your song lives in me)
Soul
Of
Barro: This song, quite hard to translate, talks about the
indigenous naitives before colonization. They had dreams, they were
proud. But from another sea came a different people with (what the
naitives thought they were) masks
of
gods, and suddenly they knew
fright and pain. They lost their dreams and they couldn't chose their
future. A lot of that culture was lost. But there's an essence that is
always there; it comes to life at different times and in different ways.
Sometimes with words that we use today from that old and wise language,
and sometimes when we hear a quena or a sikus, carried on the wind...
coming from the mountains in the Andes... telling us it will never go, it
will stay forever, like a ghost from another life.