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This is an original from SecaMode. I asked him to let me make a new version and this is the result. There are still some aspects to review in the mix (there's a pad at the end annoying me...), because it was a quick mix just to post it here. Hope you enjoy it.
Y Muchas gracias SecaMode.
Y Muchas gracias SecaMode.
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Lyrics
La casa está vacÃa otra vez,
persianas sin abrir paso a la luz.
Tres dÃas sin salir, sin respirar.
Si es dÃa o si es de noche, no se ve.
Silencio que ha empezado la función.
El Sol se ha puesto y la Luna salió.
Libelulas al viento, alas al mar.
Mortales cantan su himno a lo inmortal.
Los grotescos personajes
cobran vidas desiguales
mientras los espectadores
toman parte del ritual.
Aquà ya no gobierna la razón,
la fantasÃa se hace realidad.
Y si algún dÃa logramos despertar
del teatro cuaresmal, podremos ver...
Los grotescos personajes
cobran vidas desiguales
mientras los espectadores
toman parte del ritual.
El espectáculo sagrado
y la avaricia enmascarada.
Luces, cámara y acción
para esta sempiterna decepción.
Translation:
Sempiternal Deception
The house is empty once again,
the blinds are closed, no light comes in.
Three days inside, without a breath,
can't tell if it is night or day.
Quiet please, the show has begun,
the Sun has set, the Moon is out.
Dragonflies take wind, wings to the sea,
Mortals sing their hymn to the immortal.
Characters of the grotesque
take on careless lives
while the spectators
participate in the ritual.
Reason no longer governs here,
fantasÃa becomes reality.
And if we ever wake up
from this lenten theater we'll see...
Characters of the grotesque
take on careless lives
while the spectators
participate in the ritual.
The sacred spectacle
of masked greed.
Lights, camera action
for this sempiternal deception.
persianas sin abrir paso a la luz.
Tres dÃas sin salir, sin respirar.
Si es dÃa o si es de noche, no se ve.
Silencio que ha empezado la función.
El Sol se ha puesto y la Luna salió.
Libelulas al viento, alas al mar.
Mortales cantan su himno a lo inmortal.
Los grotescos personajes
cobran vidas desiguales
mientras los espectadores
toman parte del ritual.
Aquà ya no gobierna la razón,
la fantasÃa se hace realidad.
Y si algún dÃa logramos despertar
del teatro cuaresmal, podremos ver...
Los grotescos personajes
cobran vidas desiguales
mientras los espectadores
toman parte del ritual.
El espectáculo sagrado
y la avaricia enmascarada.
Luces, cámara y acción
para esta sempiterna decepción.
Translation:
Sempiternal Deception
The house is empty once again,
the blinds are closed, no light comes in.
Three days inside, without a breath,
can't tell if it is night or day.
Quiet please, the show has begun,
the Sun has set, the Moon is out.
Dragonflies take wind, wings to the sea,
Mortals sing their hymn to the immortal.
Characters of the grotesque
take on careless lives
while the spectators
participate in the ritual.
Reason no longer governs here,
fantasÃa becomes reality.
And if we ever wake up
from this lenten theater we'll see...
Characters of the grotesque
take on careless lives
while the spectators
participate in the ritual.
The sacred spectacle
of masked greed.
Lights, camera action
for this sempiternal deception.
SecaMode
As I said, Luis, I'm blown away by your voice on this song. That's what I envisioned, a deeper, darker voice. You've honored me with your interpretation of a song that is very near and dear to me. Thanks and an outstanding job on your arrangement of this! -Sergio.
p.s. I want you to sing on all my songs! :)