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La Saeta
La Saeta Dijo una voz popular: “¿Quién me presta una escalera, para subir al madero para quitarle los clavos a Jesús el Nazareno?” ¡Oh la saeta, el cantar al Cristo de los gitanos, siempre con sangre en las manos siempre por desenclavar! ¡Cantar del pueblo andaluz que todas las primaveras anda pidiendo escaleras para subir a la cruz! ¡Cantar de la tierra mía, que echa flores al Jesús de la agonía, y es la fe de mis mayores! ¡Oh, no eres tú mi cantar! ¡No puedo cantar, ni quiero, a ese Jesús del madero, sino al que anduvo en el mar! The Arrow Said a popular voice: “Who can lend me a ladder, to climb the tree to remove the nails to Jesus the Nazarene?” Oh, the arrow, the singing to the Christ of the gypsies, always with blood in the hands always for taking nails off! Song of the Andalusian people that every spring is asking for ladders to climb up the cross! Song of my land, that throws flowers to the Jesus of agony, and it’s the faith of my elders! Oh, you are not my song! I can’t sing, nor do I want to, to that Jesus on the wood, but to the one who walked in the sea! Written by: Antonio Machado My poem will follow soon. Said a popular voice Is anyone worthy to remove the nails? To climb that roughly hewn cross To touch the bleeding feet and hands Of Christ Jesus the lovely Galilean Josephy of Arimathea ask permission To take Jesus' broken body down Nicodemus came bringing burial spices For the body that was stripped bare So, what Jesus did upon the cross Can and should never be forgotten I like to remember the miracles Like when Jesus restored sight to the blind His birth was one step when He came from Glory His life following rules and tradition Another step of telling the story His ministry of parables and sermons His healing of the sick and resurrection of friends His death by hanging on the cross~the end Praise to God! The empty tomb was witnessed He lives again! He was seen carried away in the clouds
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