Las Ciudades
Astor Piazzolla
The Cities
And then we said, Lord, grant us the grace to
Build cities like trees, that reach maturity
Before they dry up, Genesis, Chapter 1972, verse one
Of the future testament
Cities, founded to hate
Cities, so tall, for what?
Cities, standing corpses
Cities, will return to dust
Cities, founded to hate
Cities, so tall, for what?
Cities, standing corpses
Cities, will return to dust
If here the star is never seen
And here the earth and mountains and Sun depart
And total solitude will reign
As the final destruction was written
Cities, founded to hate
Cities, so tall, for what?
Cities, standing corpses
Cities, will return to dust
How beautiful it will be to rebuild
My dear, kiss me until we conceive a child
With the flight of a peaceful mason
How beautiful a city is born to me
Which street bleeds my feet
Which fountain gave birth to my heart with faith?
And in every puddle there will be a sea dove
And in every forge a Sun inventor
And on every door the astral inscription
And in every sad person an apprentice of God
Cities, cities what will they be?
Cities, I felt their announcement
Cities, I already begin to build
Cities, will return from dust
Cities, cities what will they be?
Cities, I felt their announcement
Cities, I already begin to build
Cities, will return from dust
