Hello Steemit!
This is my entry for week #71 of the Open Mic contest led by and
, It's always a great joy to join in and participating with some music! Always grateful for this space :).
For this week I'm covering ''Ambar Violeta'' a song by the argentinian musician Fito Paez, from his 1987 album ''Ciudad de pobres corazones'' , I like this song a lot as it has a little jazzy vibe to it but keeping a catchy pop melody. I'm just recording with an old iPad I travel with ( I'm missing my studio! but i'll be back to Buenos Aires soon ;D ) . I have a borrowed old guitar while I stay in Ecuador as I need to play everyday at least a little bit !
Hope you like it!
Ambar Violeta
(Fito Páez)
Rayos del sol a la hora del sol
Ella estaba en cualquiera
En cualquier estación, esperando una fatalidad,
O un llamado del cielo
Siente un mareo de baja presión
Por lo menos le queda ese poco de humor
¿para qué? si uno pasa buscando
Y perdiendo certezas.
Solo cuando se va
Solo cuando no está en esto, amor
Le hace bien
Meterse en su laberinto carrusel
Le hace bien
Nada está aquí ni mejor ni peor
Solamente sus ojos cambian de color
A una hora del día
Se tiñen de un ámbar violeta
Nadie lo sabe ni nadie la vio
Ahora tiene un gran cuerno bajo el corazón
Y se escapa de todos los hombres
Que quieren tenerla
Solo cuando se va,
Solo cuando no está en esto amor
Le hace bien
Meterse en su laberinto carrusel
Le hace bien
Here's a translation:
Violet Amber
(Fito Paez)
Rays of sun
at the time of the sun
she was anywhere
in any station
waiting for a fatality
for a call from heavens
She feels dizzy
from low pressure
at least she has some humor left
For what? If she keeps not looking
and losing her reason
Only when she is gone
Only when she is not in this , my love
It does her good to hide in her labyrinth
on her carrousel , it does her good.
Nothing here is better or worse
only her eyes change of color
at some point of they day
they turn into violet amber.
No one knows and no one saw her
now she has a big horn in her heart
and escapes from all men
that wish to have her
Only when she is gone
Only when she is not in this , my love
It does her good to hide in her labyrinth
on her carrousel , it does her good.
Thanks for reading and listening!
Signing Off
Pechiche Mena