Historia De Las Sillas
Katia Cardenal Lyrics
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La rapiña merodea aquel lugar
La casaca del amigo esta tendido
El amigo no se sienta a descansar
Sus zapatos desgastados son espejos
Que le queman la garganta con el sol
Y a través de su cansancio pasa un viejo
Que le seca con la sombre su sudor
En la punta más aguda que hay que ver
Esa punta que lo mismo caba en tierra
Que en las ruinas que en un rastro de mujer
Es por eso que es soldado y es amante
Es por eso que es madera y es metal
Es por eso que lo mismo siembre rosas
que razones de banderas y arsenal
El que tenga una canción tendra tormentas
En que tenga compañía soledad
El que siga buen camino tendra sillas
Peligrosas que inviten a para
Pero vale la canción buena tormenta
Y la compañía vale soledad
Siempre vale la agonía de la prisa
Aunque se llene de sillas la verdad
The song, Historia de las Sillas, is a touching composition by Katia Cardenal that reflects the struggles and challenges of life. The lyrics begin with a picture of a lone chair on the side of the road, where vultures loom nearby. Soon, we see a friend lying down, exhausted and tired, but refusing to rest, knowing that the journey is still long. His worn-out shoes reflect the sun, and a passerby, an old man, offers him his shade to wipe his sweat. The verse speaks to the resilience of the human spirit, to keep fighting and pushing through tough times, no matter how unbearable the heat gets.
The lyrics then take a turn towards the idea that the journey of life is based on two opposing forces, love and danger. The friend on the journey is led by love and carries the burden of a soldier and a lover, a person made of both wood and metal, planting roses and carrying weapons. The song shows that life is a pursuit of both beauty and danger, and the person that endures it all has to carry both.
The chorus talks about how the song one carries will always bring storms in life, and the journey will always be full of lonely moments. However, the determination to keep going despite the hardships is what makes life worth it, and it is a journey that is never free of danger. In the end, the song praises the beauty of life, even in the midst of struggle and turmoil.
Overall, Historia de las Sillas offers a poignant look at the human spirit and the way we navigate life through all of its ups and downs. It is a reminder to embrace both the beauty and danger of the journey, knowing that both are necessary elements of life.
Line by Line Meaning
En el borde del camino hay una silla
There's a chair on the side of the road
La rapiña merodea aquel lugar
The scavenger roams around there
La casaca del amigo está tendido
The friend's jacket is lying there
El amigo no se sienta a descansar
The friend doesn't sit down to rest
Sus zapatos desgastados son espejos
His worn-out shoes are mirrors
Que le queman la garganta con el sol
That burn his throat under the sun
Y a través de su cansancio pasa un viejo
And through his fatigue an old man goes by
Que le seca con la sombre su sudor
Who dries his sweat with his shadow
En la punta del amor viaja el amigo
The friend travels on the tip of love
En la punta más aguda que hay que ver
On the sharpest tip you can imagine
Esa punta que lo mismo caba en tierra
That tip that digs in the ground
Que en las ruinas que en un rastro de mujer
In ruins or in a woman's trail
Es por eso que es soldado y es amante
That's why he's a soldier and a lover
Es por eso que es madera y es metal
That's why he's made of wood and metal
Es por eso que lo mismo siembre rosas
That's why he plants roses just as often
Que razones de banderas y arsenal
As he has reasons for flags and weapons
El que tenga una canción tendrá tormentas
Whoever has a song will face storms
En que tenga compañía soledad
And loneliness even when surrounded
El que siga buen camino tendrá sillas
Whoever follows the right path will encounter chairs
Peligrosas que inviten a parar
Dangerous ones that invite you to stop
Pero vale la canción buena tormenta
But a good storm is worth the song
Y la compañía vale soledad
And loneliness is worth good company
Siempre vale la agonía de la prisa
The agony of haste is always worth it
Aunque se llene de sillas la verdad
Even if the truth is crowded with chairs
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