"La Cruz de Santiago" as written by Francisco Javier Gomez De La Serna Alvarino and Jesus Maria Hernandez Gil....
No era el hombre más honesto
Pero él
Era un hombre valiente y fiel
Tampoco la piedad se cobijaba en él

Malviví­a, alquilando por tres maravedí­s
Su espada y vizcaí­na en
Ajustes de poco lustre y de peor fin

Eran tiempos duros y habí­a que buscarse el pan
Reinaban la picaresca, la espada y el "voto a tal"

Brilla el acero en su mano
Perla su cara el sudor
Donde el mar no tiene dueño irá
Irá a buscar

A su espalda, una sombra y a pie
Le seguí­a sin perder ningún detalle
Parecí­a aprender

Su mirada reflejaba calma y paz
Su voz grave y familiar
Relataba leyendas de la antigüedad

Algo misterioso le envolví­a, no dormí­a jamás
Cuentan que se alimentaba del relato popular

Brilla la Cruz de Santiago
En su pecho, por el Sol
Su rostro jamás descubrió
Su nombre ocultó

En el tejado del tiempo
En el desván de los sueños
Se ahoga una voz:
No creas en todo lo que veas
Sólo haz caso a tu intuición

Y si albergas la duda
Nunca hallarás consuelo en tu interior
Lanza bien los dados
Porque el juego del camino ha comenzado

Agudiza tu ingenio
Sí­rvete de mancias
Sí­rvete del tarot
Lee en el alma del bosque
Y adivina dónde la muerte se escondió


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"La Cruz de Santiago" as written by Francisco Javier Gomez De La Serna Alvarino Alvarino Gomez De La Serena

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    General Comment[Tells the story of how an intrepid swordsman called "Diego Cortés", he receives a bag of gold in exchange for accompanying a silent pilgrim from Puente La Reina to Santiago de Compostela. Thanks to Arturo Pérez Reverte for his inspiration on this character. There's nothing left but to fight!!]

    The Cross of Santiago


    He wasn't the most honest, but he...
    was a brave and loyal man,
    mercy didn't live within him, either.

    He struggled, renting for three maravedís
    his sword and biscayan nativity in
    adjustments of scarce light and worse ends.

    Those were hard times and you had to work hard for bread.
    The cunning, the sword and the "vote for" someone, reigned.

    Shines, the steel in his hand,
    pearls, the sweat in his face,
    where the sea doesn't have an owner he'll go...
    he'll go and seek.

    Behind his back, a shadow on foot
    followed him without missing a detail,
    it appeared to learn.

    His look reflected calm and peace.
    His voice low and familiar
    told legends of antiquity.

    Mystery enveloped him, he never slept,
    they say he fed off popular tales.

    Shines, the Cross of Santiago
    in his chest, through the Sun
    his face he never uncovered...
    his name he hid.

    On the rooftop of time,
    on the attic of dreams
    a voice is drowned:
    "Don't believe everything you see
    only pay attention to your intuition

    And if you harbor doubt
    you'll never, ever find comfort within.
    Throw the dice well
    because the game of the road has commenced,

    Sharpen your wit,
    help yourself with magick,
    help yourself with tarot,
    read the soul of the forest
    and guess where death hid itself."

    Shines, the steel in his hand,
    pearls, the sweat in his face,
    where the sea doesn't have an owner he'll go.

    Shines, the Cross of Santiago
    in his chest, through the Sun
    his face he never uncovered.

    Shines, the steel in his hand,
    pearls, the sweat in his face,
    where the sea doesn't have an owner he'll go.

    Shines, the Cross of Santiago
    in his chest, through the Sun
    his face he never uncovered.

    Shines, the steel in his hand,
    pearls, the sweat in his face,
    where the sea doesn't have an owner he'll go.

    Shines, the Cross of Santiago
    in his chest, through the Sun
    his face he never uncovered.

    Shines, the steel in his hand,
    pearls, the sweat in his face,
    where the sea doesn't have an owner he'll go.

    Shines, the Cross of Santiago
    in his chest, through the Sun
    his face he never uncovered.
    Eliminationon April 24, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis song starts with the same three lines as the Arturo Pérez Reverte book "El Capitán Alatriste."
    The Cross of Santiago could probably refer to a piece of the True Cross that is in the Chapel of the Reliquary, in Santiago de Compostela. You'll see how that fits the story later on, hehehe.
    Eliminationon April 24, 2006   Link

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