Pájaros de alas cortadas
Luis Eduardo Aute Lyrics
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los pájaros de altivas alas,
poetas del trigo y del alma.
Sus alas de hoy no vuelan, no baten,
hay voces que mandan cortarlas
por miedo a sus justas palabras.
por voces que rezan y matan
pájaros de alas cortadas.
The lyrics to "Pájaros de alas cortadas" tell the story of majestic birds who once flew gracefully through the air with their proud and noble wings. These birds were seen as symbols of poetry, of the soul, and of the freedom associated with the purest forms of nature. However, something has changed - the birds' wings no longer flap as they once did. Instead, they are being constrained and clipped by outside forces who are afraid of the truth and beauty that these birds represent. The "voces" referred to in the lyrics represent the individuals or systems that seek to silence and subdue the voice of the poets, whether it be through censorship, intimidation, or other forms of oppression.
As the tenderness of the evening sets in, a sense of weariness and resignation seems to permeate the air. The voices that pray for and carry out the destruction of the birds with clipped wings are drowning out the harmonious sounds of nature, leaving a feeling of sadness and emptiness behind. The lyrics are a poignant critique on the powers that be who try to control and manipulate the voice of the artists and poets in society, and how this leads to the repression of the ideals of freedom and truth. The imagery of birds with clipped wings serves as a metaphor for the struggle that artists and intellectuals face in a society that tries to silence them, highlighting the importance of fighting for our beliefs and advocating for our right to express ourselves.
Line by Line Meaning
Surcaban ayer sus plumas los aires
Yesterday, the birds with proud wings were soaring in the skies
Los pájaros de altivas alas, poetas del trigo y del alma.
Those birds, with their proud wings, were the poets of the crops and the soul
Sus alas de hoy no vuelan, no baten,
Today, those wings do not fly or beat,
Hay voces que mandan cortarlas
There are voices that order them to be cut
Por miedo a sus justas palabras.
Out of fear of their righteous words.
De hastío se viste la cálida tarde
The warm evening is dressed in weariness
Por voces que rezan y matan
Because of voices that pray and kill
Pájaros de alas cortadas.
Birds with cut wings.
Contributed by Austin W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.