Keen Robert Earl - Mariano - Sözleri

The man outside he works for me, his name is Mariano


He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom


He says that he comes from a place not far from Guanajuato


Thats two days on a bus from here, a lifetime from this room.





I fix his meals and talk to him in my old broken spanish


He points at things and tells me names of things I can't recall


Sometimes I just can't but help but wonder who this man is


And if when he is gone will he'll remember me at all





I watch him close he works just like a piston in an engine


He only stops to take a drink and smoke a cigarette


When the day is ended, I look outside my window


There on the horizon, Mariano's silhouette





He sits upon a stone in a south-easterly direction


I know my charts I know that he is thinking of his home


I've never been the sort to say I'm in to intuition


But I swear I see the faces of the ones he calls his own





Their skin is brown as potters clay, their eyes void of expression


Their hair is black as widow's dreams, their dreams are all but gone


They're ancient as a vision of a sacrificial virgin


Innocent as crying from a baby being born





They hover around a dying flame and pray for his protection


Their prayers are all but answered by his letters in the mail


He sends them colored figures that he cuts from strips of paper


And all his weekly wages, saving nothing for himself





It's been a while since I have seen the face of Mariano


The border guards they came one day and took him far away


I hope that he is safe down there at home in Guanajuato


I worry though I read there's revolution every day












		
			



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