Romance In Durango by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Dust on my face and my cape
Me and Magdalena on the run
I think this time we shall escape

Sold my guitar to the baker’s son
For a few crumbs and a place to hide
But I can get another one
And I’ll play for Magdalena as we ride

No Ilores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango

Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts of our people
Hoofbeats like castanets on stone
At night I dream of bells in the village steeple
Then I see the bloody face of Ramon

Was it me that shot him down in the cantina
Was it my hand that held the gun?
Come, let us fly, my Magdalena
The dogs are barking and what’s done is done

No Ilores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango

At the corrida we’ll sit in the shade
And watch the young torero stand alone
We’ll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into Torreón

Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
In the little church this side of town
I will wear new boots and an earring of gold
You’ll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown

The way is long but the end is near
Already the fiesta has begun
The face of God will appear
With His serpent eyes of obsidian

No Ilores, mi querida
Dio nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango

Was that the thunder that I heard?
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
Come sit by me, don’t say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain?

Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light
Aim well my little one
We may not make it through the night

No Ilores, mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon the horse will take us to Durango
Agarrame, mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango

Copyright © 1975 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2003 by Ram’s Horn Music

Bob Dylan

Somos Más Americanos

Ya me gritaron mil veces que me regrese a mi tierra,

Porque aquí no quepo yo

Quiero recordarle al gringo: Yo no crucé la frontera, la frontera me
cruzó.

América nació libre, el hombre la dividió. Ellos pintaron la raya, para
que yo la brincara y me llaman invasor es un error bien marcado
nos quitaron ocho estados quien es aquí el invasor. Soy extranjero en
mi tierra, y no vengo a darles guerra, soy hombre trabajador.

Y si no miente la historia, aquí se asentó en la gloria la poderosa nación
entre guerreros valientes, indios de dos continentes, mezclados
con español. Y si a los siglos nos vamos: somos más americanos,
somos más americanos que el hijo del anglo-sajón.

Nos compraron sin dinero las aguas del río bravo. Y nos quitaron a
Texas, Nuevo México, Arizona y Colorado. También voló California y
Nevada con Utah no se llenaron, el estado de Wyoming, también
nos lo arrebataron Yo soy la sangre del indio Soy latino soy mestizo
Somos de todos colores Y de todos los oficios Y si contamos los siglos
Aunque le duela al vecino Somos más americanos Que todititos los
gringos.

Lyrics

Azril Bacal

Ave de paso

me poso en días que

fluyen sin pausa