La Camisa
Raphael Lyrics
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¿quien vino hasta el rio para recogerla?
Mi sangre antigua cuando me moriaVolvia tan dulce mientras se marchabaQue olvide el recuerdo y la muerteOlvide de donde veniaTendi mi camisa a morir conmigo
Al recogerla con tu bayonetaOndeo en mi camisa tu bandera nuevaY mi sangre antigua en el limo del rioLavo la camisa, lavo la memoriaEra una garganta de luz en el agua
Al recogerla con tu bayonetaOndeo en mi camisa tu bandera nuevaY mi sangre antigua en el limo del rioLavo la camisa, lavo la memoriaY yo se soldado que usas mi camisaLabrada de patria, guerrilla y canoaYo sigo viviendo dentro tu camisaVestido de limon debajo de un rio
The lyrics of Raphael's La Camisa tell a poignant story of sacrifice, history and memory. The singer is reflecting on a moment when he was dying, and his camisa (shirt) fell into the water. He wonders who came to collect it, and he realizes that it was his own people who did so. His camisa is a symbol of his connection to his homeland, which is woven in the fabric of the shirt. It is also a symbol of his sacrifice, his fight for freedom and his devotion to the cause.
The camisa is also a symbol of memory - not only the singer's personal memory but also the collective memory of his people. The camisa is used to wash away the blood that was shed in the struggle for freedom, and in so doing, it becomes a vessel for the memory of those who fought and died. The singer sees the camisa as a way of preserving his own legacy, a way of keeping his memory alive.
The lyrics of La Camisa are both beautiful and deeply moving. They speak to the human need for connection to something greater than oneself, a need for belonging and purpose. The singer's voice is full of emotion and passion, conveying the importance of the camisa not just as a shirt, but as a symbol of his life, his history, his cause, and his people.
Line by Line Meaning
¿quien recogio mi camisa del agua?
Who picked up my shirt from the water?
Labrada de patria, guerrilla y canoa
Emblazoned with homeland, guerrilla and canoe
La agite muriendo a la orilla
I shook it dying on the shore
De mi vida abierta en hoguera
From my life open in flames
¿quien vino hasta el rio para recogerla?
Who came to the river to pick it up?
Mi sangre antigua cuando me moria
My ancient blood when I was dying
Volvia tan dulce mientras se marchaba
Returned so sweetly as it left
Que olvide el recuerdo y la muerte
That I forgot memory and death
Olvide de donde venia
Forgot where it came from
Tendi mi camisa a morir conmigo
I laid out my shirt to die with me
Al recogerla con tu bayoneta
Upon picking it up with your bayonet
Ondeo en mi camisa tu bandera nueva
Your new flag waved on my shirt
Y mi sangre antigua en el limo del rio
And my ancient blood in the river's silt
Lavo la camisa, lavo la memoria
Washed my shirt, washed my memory
Era una garganta de luz en el agua
It was a throat of light in the water
Y yo se soldado que usas mi camisa
And I know, soldier, that you wear my shirt
Yo sigo viviendo dentro tu camisa
I continue living within your shirt
Vestido de limon debajo de un rio
Dressed in lemon under a river
Contributed by Riley K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.