Lyrics: Ramón María del Valle-Inclán

Adaptation of the lyrics: Carlos and Fran Amil

Music: Fran and Carlos Amil

Ramon Maria del Valle-Inclan. The writer. And we shouldn’t write anything else.

But beyond his capital prose and his indescribable theater, Valle-Inclán has an extraordinary collection of poems that most of the time is hidden among so much splendor. “La pipa de kif” welcomes “Alleluia”, and we take it towards the psychedelic and funky waves, because giving the seed to the wind, it can sprout and settle funambulesquely wherever it sees fit.

Fran Amil: main voice, choirs, güiro, tambourine, clapping and drums

Paco Cerdeira: electric guitar

Antón Fernández “Torroncho”: bass

Ricardo Casás “Richi”: tenor sax and alto sax

Manu Payno: trumpet

Fernando Román: bagpipes

Álex Salgueiro: keyboards

Ángeles Dorrio e Carmen Rey: choirs

Carlos Amil: recitation

Remember that you can read the lyrics while you listen to the song.

Por la divina primavera	For the divine spring
Me ha venido la ventolera	The rapture has come to me
De hacer versos funambulescos.	Of making tightrope verses.
—Un purista diría grotescos—.	—A purist would say grotesque—.
Para las gentes respetables	For respectable people
Son cabriolas espantables.	They are frightening capers.
¡Sombra del misterioso delta,	¡Shadow of the mysterious delta,
Vibra en tu honor mi gaita celta!	My Celtic bagpipe vibrates in your honor!
¡Tú amabas las rosas, el vino	You loved roses, wine
Y los amores del camino!	And the loves of the way!
Cantor de Vida y Esperanza,	Singer of Life and Hope,
Para ti toda mi loanza.	For you all my praise.
Por el alba de oro, que es tuya, Aleluya.	For the golden dawn, which is yours, Hallelujah.
¡Aleluya! ¡Aleluya! ¡Aleluya!	Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hay que crear eternamente	It is have to create eternally
Y dar al viento la simiente:	And give the wind the seed:
El grano de amor o veneno	The grain of love or poison
Que aposentamos en el seno.	That we settle in the bosom.
El grano de todas las horas	The grain of all hours
En el gran Misterio sonoras.	In the great Sound Mystery.
¿Y cuál será mi grano incierto?	And what will be my uncertain grain?
¡Tendré su pan después de muerto!	I’ll have his bread after he’s dead!
¡Aleluya! ¡Aleluya! ¡Aleluya!	Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Recitado: ¡Pálida flor de la locura	Recitation: ¡Pale flower of madness
con normas de literatura!	With standards of literature!
Acaso esta musa grotesca,	Perhaps this grotesque muse,
—Ya no digo funambulesca,—	—I no longer say tightrope walker—,
Que con sus gritos espasmódicos	who with her spasmodic cries
Irrita a los viejos retóricos	Irritates the old rhetoricians
Y salta luciendo la pierna	And jumps showing off the leg
¿No será la musa moderna?	¿Will not be the modern muse?
Apuro el vaso de bon vino,	I drain the glass of good wine
Y hago cantando mi camino	And sing my way
Y a compás de un ritmo trocáico,	And to the beat of a trochaic rhythm,
De viejo gaitero galaico,	Of an old Galician piper,v
Llevo mi verso a la farándula:	I take my verse to the show business:
Anímula, Vágula, Blándula.	Anímula, Vágula, Blándula.

If you want to see more lyrics from the album “Popsia Vol. I” click HERE.