Hello my steemit friends , I'm excited to be participating in this contest led by my brother @meno and @luzcypher , let's see how much original music is created and shared here !
This Song is called ''La Rambla''
La Rambla in this song is the coastal part of the city of Montevideo , Uruguay. Where this song grabs inspiration from .
Why this particular place? Well , at the start of this year I moved to Uruguay , but my personal plans just collapsed immediately , I broke up with my girl , I had no job and was pretty much in a deep depression ... All I did was walk almost everyday around this place .. the ''rambla'' of Montevideo.. just thinking.. and thinking.. and thinking....
I can't write when Im emotionally unstable , what I do is that i go to my past self and draw inspiration from there.. once Im already ''in peace'' ... So i thought of going back to that particular episode in my life to write this little song.
It is a very ironic song , with sad lyrics over happy music and describing lots of unprobable or impossible situations.... like ''being taught by a broken mirror how to swim on ice... and feel heat....''
Hope you like it.
La Rambla
(Pechiche Mena)
Pasos que se hunden
en el fango del presente
mente que le habla al corazón
le miente
Tardes que se vuelven noche
y no regresa el dia
Le pido a las sombras
ser mi compañia
Olas que revientan
a lo largo del cemento
lavando las penas
que se lleva el viento
Calles que te cuentan
del concreto sus historias
piedras que te invitan
a tallar memorias
Tocar en el cielo un tambor
Caminar en Agua
Correr en Vapor
Cantarle a un lienzo en blanco
y ver si cambia de color
En mis suelos
Tallos se han secado
Rompe el Viento
llueve en el Tejado
Un espejo roto
me ha enseñado
a nadar en hielo
y sentir calor
Translation:
Steps that sink
in the mud of the present
Mind that speaks to the heart
and lies to him
Afternoons that become nights
Days are not coming back
I ask my shadow
If he would be my company
Waves that hit
all along the cement
Washing away the sorrow
that flies with the wind
Streets that tell you their stories
Stones that invite you to carve your memories
Play a drum in the sky
Walk on water , run on vapor
Sing to a blank canvas
and hope it changes color
In my grounds , leaves have dried up
Wind is breaking me , it's raining on my ceiling
A broken mirror has taught me
how to swim on ice.... and feel heat.
Thanks for listening!
Till next week!
Pechiche Mena