Vaqueiros voadores


Alí xunto ao río hai un home
cun corno de formas retorcidas
descoñecidas para os malos e sabios
Coa pinta dun animal
Que tivese visto cousas que un animal xamais vería
Forzado a pasar por todas as cidades e sistemas
e aínda que xa fose moito máis alá de demasiado lonxe
segue adiante.
Porque é un deserto
Porque é un deserto

Chegamos ao río
Deixaremos atrás todo isto
Chegamos á auga
Deixaremos atrás todo isto

Ela viuno por primeira vez no albor
iluminado dende atrás por unha luz
Aínda que pelotóns imaxinarios lle deron caza
nestas afastadas casas de adobe
Estando hoxe nos acantilados
crin verte abaixo
a miña sombra minguando...
É un deserto porque
Porque é un deserto
supoño que sempre me preguntarán por ti

Chegamos ao río
Deixaremos atrás todo isto
Chegamos á auga
Deixaremos atrás todo isto

Longas capas na pradaría
Estendidas no po
A quen podo recorrer?
En quen podo confiar?
Andaches sobre as augas,
xogando ao sol?
Pero agora o mundo xira máis rápido
Que cando eu era nova
Cando eu era nova
Cando eu era nova
Oh, cando eu era nova era unha salvaxe, unha salvaxe.



Flyng cowboys

Down there by the river is a man whose horn is twisted into shapes
unknown to the wicked and the wise
and he bears the look of an animal who has seen things
no animal should ever see
He has been driven beyond all towns and all systems until now
and though it is long past too far he keeps going
Because it's a desert,
Because it's a desert.

come to the river, we'll walk away from all this now
come to the water, we'll walk away from all this now

She first saw him standing in a doorway
Illuminated from behind by a light
though imaginary posses have chased them to this distant adobe
Standing on the cliffs today I thought I saw you below 
Walking by the river...my shadow growing smaller
It's a desert because it's a desert.
They'll be asking me about you forever, I guess.

come to the river, we'll walk away from all this now
come to the water, we'll walk away from all this now

Long coats on the prairie lying in the dust
Who can I turn to?  Who can I trust?
Were you walking on the water?  Playing in the sun?
But the world is turning faster than it did when I was young
When I was young, oh, when I was young
'When I was young, oh, I was a wild, wild one





Flyng Cowboys (1989)

Rickie Lee Jones

Pintura de Jose Esteban Martinez, paraa carátula do LP  Flyng cowboys
Fotograma del video Flyn cowboys, de Dailymotion
Fotografía de Gregg Segal, para a portada do disco The Evening Of My Best Day 

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