This unique band that has never stopped producing, recording and playing around the world since its founding in 1996.They have been told that they are from the soil like earthworms. They are from Arines, but are for the world. Ruxe-Ruxe have earned the merit to be one of the greatest Galician musicians and have defined a chapter in the history of Galician music by keeping Galician music alive and vibrant.
Morreu
Ruxe-Ruxe Lyrics
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Arrincando as follas do meu almanaque,
Destrozando os muros, saltando o aramado
E tirando forte do xugho do arado
Levei o meu soldo a unha oficina de impostos,
Hipotequei ata a medula dos osos,
E dinlle a un partido todos os meus votos,
...e morreu, e morreu...
O conto morreu
Fun a un hospital estaba escarallado,
E os do seghuro social estaban tan ocupados,
Déronme un xarope para o meu catarro,
E todos no meu velorio, despois, moito choraron...
...e morreu, e morreu...
O conto morreu
E aghora aquí deitado xa non sinto nada,
E as ffores pudriron na miña sepultura,
E aquí estou lembrando as palabras do cura,
Pero aquí non hai nin deus, nin cristo, nin cura
...e morreu, e morreu...
O conto morreu
The lyrics to Ruxe-Ruxe's song "Morreu" tell a story of a man who has lived his life with a sense of rebellion and defiance against the norm. He has traveled the world with a sense of carefreeness, tearing down walls and leaving behind his mark. He has worked hard and given his life savings to the government, only to find out that it meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. He took part in the political process, but was ultimately let down by the corrupt system.
The song takes a turn when the man becomes ill and is hospitalized. The healthcare system and social security are too busy to give him the attention he needs, and he is given a syrup for his cough. After he passes away, the people at his funeral mourn his death, but the man himself feels nothing as he lays in his grave. The final lines suggest that there is no God, Christ, or priest to offer him any kind of solace in death.
The lyrics of this song reflect a sense of hopelessness and disillusionment with society, politics, and healthcare. The man in the story lived his life with a sense of purpose and defiance, only to ultimately be let down by the very institutions he fought against. The imagery in the lyrics is strong, with the man tearing down walls and being buried with rotting flowers. The final lines suggest a sense of nihilism, with the absence of any higher power in the afterlife.
Line by Line Meaning
Fun arrastrando as mághoas polo mundo adiante,
I went dragging my sorrows around the world,
Arrincando as follas do meu almanaque,
Tearing off the pages of my calendar,
Destrozando os muros, saltando o aramado
Breaking down walls, jumping over fences
E tirando forte do xugho do arado
And pulling hard on the yoke of the plow
Levei o meu soldo a unha oficina de impostos,
I took my salary to a tax office,
Hipotequei ata a medula dos osos,
I mortgaged even the marrow of my bones,
E dinlle a un partido todos os meus votos,
And gave all my votes to a political party,
E os moi ruíns fóronche o mesmo que os outros...
And the really bad ones were no different than the others...
...e morreu, e morreu...
...and died, and died...
O conto morreu
The story died
Fun a un hospital estaba escarallado,
I went to a hospital, shattered,
E os do seghuro social estaban tan ocupados,
And the social security workers were so busy,
Déronme un xarope para o meu catarro,
They gave me a syrup for my cough,
E todos no meu velorio, despois, moito choraron...
And everyone cried a lot at my funeral afterwards...
...e morreu, e morreu...
...and died, and died...
O conto morreu
The story died
E aghora aquí deitado xa non sinto nada,
And now lying here I feel nothing,
E as ffores pudriron na miña sepultura,
And the flowers rotted on my grave,
E aquí estou lembrando as palabras do cura,
And here I am remembering the words of the priest,
Pero aquí non hai nin deus, nin cristo, nin cura
But here there is neither God, nor Christ, nor priest
...e morreu, e morreu...
...and died, and died...
O conto morreu
The story died
Writer(s): Neira Calzadilla Jose Victor
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