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    "Nana negra"genre: Pop/Balada
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    This song alternates the piano and crescendo parts to emphasize the dramatic climax. It is difficult to sing and needs a lot of feeeling. That's why sometimes I don't sing it in my concerts. Español: Esta canción alterna partes piano y crescendo. Es difícil de cantar y exige mucho sentimiento. Por eso a veces no la canto en los directos.
    CD: Tierra de Nadie   Label: Oca Records
    Credits: Arr.: Raul Gomez Calderon

    Story Behind the Song
    This song was born after seeing by TV the famelish face of an african little black child. "Nana" means in spanish lullaby. Is a very sad and angry lullaby that that doesn't want absolutely to make sleep.

    Español: Inspirada por el contemplación en TV de un bebé africano famélico, esta "nana" no pretende hacer dormir a nadie. Al contrario.

    Lyrics
    Ea, ea, niño, ea,
    tú te nos mueres de hambre
    mientras al norte revientan
    de abundancia las despensas.
    Ea, ea, niño, ea.

    Me han desvelado tus ojos
    en la lenta madrugada.
    Acosados por insectos,
    tus ojos tristes y tiernos;
    esos dos gritos oscuros
    que no habiendo visto nada
    conocen bien el infierno
    pues lo viven desde dentro.

    Ea, ea, niño ea,
    el Banco Mundial se inhibe,
    Wall Street no contesta
    y en la "tele" siempre hay fiesta.
    Ea, ea, niño, ea.

    Tus ojos son los fiscales
    del cinismo de este mundo
    que te ha condenado al hambre
    y te enterrará sin duelo.

    Los pechos deshidratados
    de tu pobre madre negra
    no pudieron darte vida.
    Nosotros te damos tierra.

    Ea, ea, niño ea,
    que en la noche silenciosa
    va creciendo la marea.

    Ea, ea, niño ea,
    que en la noche silenciosa,
    noche del alma y la pena
    va creciendo la marea.
    Ea, ea, niño, ea...

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