San Luis - Gregory Alan Isakov

North of the border of Old Mexico I rode one day to the cowtown of San Angelo A hot sun was glowing, a warm wind was blowing Still not as warm as the lips that I waited to kiss Cheeks that put blushing red roses to shame Lips that were fresher than flowers when kissed by the rain Dark eyes that sparkled much brighter than diamonds She was a beauty, Secora was my lover's name I met her down in Laredo Everyone there in this border town called her 'the Rose' Mexican cowboys drank to Secora Everyone loved her but I was the one that she chose An outlaw above all the rest Now my heart beats so madly Soon she will be at my side She sent a message a long time ago Secora had promised to meet me at San Angelo I was aware of the chance I was taking I was an outlaw but great was my love for this girl I must be with her, I can't stay away Nights spent without her are lonely and so are the days If it means death, then I'll have to chance it Only a few moments more and she'll be in my arms At ten o' clock in the morning I tied my horse and I started to walk down the street Where was Secora, had she forgotten? This was the day and the hour that she wanted to meet But something is wrong with our plans And I fear death awaits me Here on this hot dusty street Up on a housetop but still I can see There hides a man with a rifle, it's pointed at me I might escape from the man with a rifle But there are others just like him that I cannot see Back of each window, the click of a gun Die if I stay and my love for her won't let me run Where is Secora, will my eyes see her? Then in a moment she runs from a door down the street "Up on your horse", she is crying "Ride out of town, it's a trap and they're waiting for you" But if I ride out, she must ride with me Then in a moment I know that our chances are gone For a bullet is well on its way And it finds my Secora She dies as she falls in my arms Tears dim my vision but plainly I see The ranger that killed her is standing there waiting for me I walk to meet him, my one thought is 'Beat him' He deserves death and I swear that this ranger will die I beat his draw and I shot him Shot him six times just as fast as the bullets would fly My gun is empty or more I would shoot him Now there are others just like him that want me to die Their bullets are coming my way How they hurt when they hit me The pain makes me fall to the ground Gone is my strength, just the will left to fight I hear the sound of the lead as it robs me of life If I must die, let me find Secora Let me hold on to her hand for the few moments left Blindly I search and it isn't in vain I touch the soft velvet hand and it eases the pain Life is no more but we're together Even in death she's my lover, it's over, goodbye

Una rosa pintada de azul, es un motivo Una simple estrellita de mar es un motivo Escribir un poema es facil, si existe un motivo Hasta puedo crear mundos nuevos en la fantasía Unos ojos bañados de luz son un motivo Unos labios queriendo besar son un motivo Y me quedo mirandote aquí, encontrandote tantos motivos Yo concluyo que mi motivo mejor eres tu Es un motivo Son un motivo Escribir un poema es facil, si existe un motivo Hasta puedo crear mundos nuevos en la fantasía Unos ojos bañados de luz son un motivo Unos labios queriendo besar son un motivo Y me quedo mirandote aquí, encontrandote tantos motivos Yo concluyo que mi motivo mejor eres tu

Maybe it's ok it's fine But you're going to try to pretend You're not losing your mind You'll break coz you won't let it bend And you failed your mission again When you can't get what you want You search through the night Shadows on the road Remind you of a different time You're chasing that faded light I love to hear your lies When you tell me we'll be friends I can see it in your eyes I'll never see you again A broken heart is never the same Although you can try to pretend All that sadness will run through your veins Maybe we should just be friends There's heartache around the bend Loving isn't a crime You sneak around like a fool You did the same last time You'll break coz you won't let it bend You failed your mission again

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour