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Canciones universales para un día especialMadre, mother, mere, mae….

Pop, rock, indie, clásica, folk... la música rinde homenaje al más indiscutible de los parentescos.

En francés, Mere; en alemán, Mutter; en bengalí; Maa; en hindú, Maa-ji; en urdu: Ammee; en inglés, Mom, Mummy, Mother; en italiano, Madre; en portugués, Mãe; en albanés, Mëmë; en bielorruso, Matka; en cebuano; Inahan; en serbio; Majka; en checo, Abatyse; en neerlandés, Moeder; en estonio, Ema; en griego, Màna; en hawaiano, Anya; en indonesio, Induk… y cientos de palabras más para llamar al origen de las cosas. Y nuestras canciones.

(Blitzen Trapper)

Yeah, when I was only 17,
I could hear the angels whispering
So I drove into the woods and wandered aimlessly about
Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog
It turned out to be the howling of a dog
Or a wolf to be exact, the sound sent shivers down my back
But I was drawn into the pack and before long
They allowed me to join in and sing their song
So from the cliffs and highest hill, yeah
We would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong
For my flesh had turned to fur, yeah
And my thoughts, they surely were
Turned to instinct and obedience to God.

You can wear your fur
like a river on fire
But you better be sure
if you’re makin’ God a liar
I’m a rattlesnake, Babe,
I’m like fuel on fire
So if you’re gonna’ get made,
Don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned

On the day that I turned 23,
I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree
When suddenly a girl with skin the color of a pearl
She wandered aimlessly, but she didn’t seem to see
She was listenin’ for the angels just like me
So I stood and looked about
I brushed the leaves off of my snout
And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees
You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees
So I took her by the arm
We settled down upon a farm
And raised our children up as gently as you please.

And now my fur has turned to skin
And I’ve been quickly ushered in
To a world that I confess I do not know
But I still dream of running careless through the snow
An’ through the howlin’ winds that blow,
Across the ancient distant flow,
It fill our bodies up like water till we know.

You can wear your fur
Like a river on fire
But you better be sure
If you’re makin’ God a liar
I’m a rattlesnake, Babe,
I’m like fuel on fire
So if you’re gonna’ get made,
Don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned



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