Get out of me (Fuera de Mí) - La Ley (Chile)

Slowy I vanish
and I use the wind as pretext.
My head falls rolling down the stairs.
The cynic glances
sweep the details that
at the end of the day
will die.

And I say:
"Everything escapes from me
a step further".
Get out of me,
in the threshold to the world,
without the need to enter.
Get out of me,
lost without any direction,
without the need of coming back.

I met in a balcony
with a celestial angel,
who handed back my head
and explained me how to find it
when it gets disconnected from the soul,
connecting it to the heart.

And I say:
"Everything escapes from me
a step further".
Get out of me,
in the threshold to the world,
without the need to enter.
Get out of me,
lost without any direction,
without the need of coming back.
I released the laces
that ties me,
get out of me.

When the day was exhausted
I felt that was time to
return some steps to the road,
asking it back if
love still exists,
but nobody answered.

Get out of me,
in the threshold to the world,
without need to enter.
Get out of me,
lost without any direction,
without the need of coming back.
I released the laces
that ties me,
leaving footsteps
that step
outside of me.

Day zero (Día cero) - La Ley (Chile)

I see what I believe seeing and nothing more.
About what I can tell, I don't remember anything.
There's no need to tell about it anymore.

I believe believing, I fear fearing that this is true.
Life got totally blur.
I'm lost
and I don't know how to look at what I left behind.

On that long road,
that one day saw me walking,
was born a blind wound
that erased today my yesterday.

Strange people talks about who I was.
They pretend to give me bravery, with me knowing nothing.
There's no need even to cry for being like this.
My amnesia tells me absolutely nothing more
than this sensation of anxiety.

On that long road,
that one day saw me walking,
I burned my biography.
I did blow ashes of the yesterday.
Don't try to teach me who loved me
and to whom I must love.
Day zero begins
and tomorrow its continuity...

I did blow ashes of the yesterday...

I did blow ashes of the yesterday...

Don't try to teach me... who loved me
and to whom I must love.

Who loved me and to whom I must love.

Sentence (Sentencia) - Alberto Plaza (Chile)

I'll be in your mouth, wherever you go
and I'll the same that you'll kiss
there'll be spring every month
and our walls will be made out of clouds.

I'll be the partner that never faint,
once the bad times arrive.
We'll stand up one and a thousand times.
We'll win one and every battle.

Look at me in the eyes, I sentence you...
to flight with me through the silence,
to escape to the slavery of memory.

Look at me in the eyes, don't say anything,
hopelessness had been defeated.
This is the love, everything else is history
history...

(violin solo)

Look at me in the eyes, I sentence you...
to flight with me through the silence,
to escape to the slavery of memory.

Look at me in the eyes, don't say anything,
hopelessness had been defeated.
This is the love, everything else is history
history...

Sonnet XLIV - La Oreja de Van Gogh, poem by Pablo Neruda (Chile + Spain)

You must know that I do not love you,
and that I do love you,
cause life is of two ways,
the word is a wing of the silence,
the fire has a half of cold.

I love you to begin to love you,
to restart the infinite,
and to never stop loving you:
that's why I still don't love you.

I love you and I do not love you,
as if I had in my hands the keys of happiness,
and an uncertain unfortunate destiny.

My love has two lives to love you
that's why I love you when I do not love you,
and that's why I love you when I do love you.

Sonnet XXVII (Morning) - read by Sting, poem by Pablo Neruda (Chile)

Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
you have moon-lines, apple-pathways:
naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba;
you have vines and stars in your hair;
naked you are spacious and yellow
as summer in a golden church.

Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails -
curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
and you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
your clear light dims, gets dressed - drops its leaves -
and becomes a naked hand again.

Sonnet LXXXI (And now You're mine) - read by Julia Roberts and Andy Garcia, poem by Pablo Neruda (Chile)

And now you're mine.
Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work
should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me
as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love,
will sleep in my dreams.
You will go, we will go together,
over the waters of time.
No one else will travel
through the shadows with me, only you,
evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened
their delicate fists
and let their soft
drifting signs drop away;
your eyes closed
like two gray wings, and I move...

... after,
following the folding water you carry,
that carries me away.
The night, the world, the wind
spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream,
only that, and that is all.

Sonnet XVII (I do not love you...) - read by Robin Williams, poem by Pablo Neruda (Chile)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,"
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that when you close your eyes I fall asleep.

Poem XX (Tonight I can write the saddest lines) - read by Andy Garcia, poem by Pablo Neruda (Chile)

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

If you forget me - read by Madonna, poem by Pablo Neruda (Chile)

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look at the crystal moon,
at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail toward those isles
of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But if each day, each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live
it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Control the continent (Kontroll På Kontinentet) - Kaizers Orchestra (Norway)

Thanks to my dear friend Bente for the translation ;D

He should be a man who's wearing my hat
He should be cold who's taking over my power
He should have number 42 to walk in my shoes
But he has to have his own gun

Because you know what it says in the testament
You know what it says in the testament
That he who takes care of my Constanze
inherits my hat, inherits my shoes, inherits my extravaganza

Take control at the continent
Take control at the continent
......

And I ask to be good perfumed
I want to smell good when I'm going down
And I have myself sent out invitation
And I have priest, I have sacristan. It is full corruption

But all this is standing in the testament
But all this is standing in the testament

That he who takes care of my Constanze
inherits my hat, inherits my shoes, inherits my extravaganza

Take control at the continent
Take control at the continent
.......

I can see it, I can see it, I can see it, its crawling against me
I can see it, I can see it, I can see it, its crawling against me
oh my sister, oh my sister, now I know who is the informer
oh my sister, oh my sister, I heard everything you said by my coffin

Father Martin, Father Martin, I think this starts to smell gasoline

And my Constanze, and my Constanze, take my hat, take my shoes, take my extravaganza

Take control at the continent
Take control at the continent
.......