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¿En donde estoy?
i, e, o, e
Sigue el sonido de mi voz
Si no me vez
i, e, o, e
Sigue escuchándome
Del viento viene la brisa
De la brisa vendaval
De vendaval huracán vuelve a soplar
De viento toda palabra
De viento toda canción
De viento también toda declaración
Y cada canción es como un mandala
Deja una estela sorda detrás
Y no se ve más
Y el viento pasa borrando el camino
Nuevo de arena para jamás
Voltear a mirar
Vuela, vuela, vuela y no se reposa
Vuela, vuela, vuela sin parar
Este mundo es de sonido
De ruido sin razón
Descubre este murmullo entre los dos
Llora una sirena, suena una alarma
Canta un tambor y uno que nació
Estrena su voz
Vuela, vuela, vuela y no se reposa
Vuela, vuela, vuela sin parar (x2)
¿En donde estoy?
i, e, o, e
Sigue el sonido de mi voz
Si no me vez
i, e, o, e
Sigue escuchándome
Vuela, vuela, vuela y no se reposa
Vuela, vuela, vuela sin parar
Busca mi voz
Entre el sonido
Entre los ruidos
Búscame entre los ruidos
Búscame entre los ruidos
Encuéntrame entre los ruidos
Encuéntrame entre los ruidos
English translation to “Canción Mandala”
Where am I?
i-e-o-e
Follow the sound of my voice…
If you can’t see me…
i-e-o-e
Keep on listening to me.
From the wind comes the breeze,
from the breeze the gale,
from the gale the hurricane that blows again.
Of wind every word,
Of wind every song,
Of wind what I claim.
And each song as a mandala
leaving a silent trail behind
soon lost for your eyes.
And the wind just blows carelessly
erasing the new road
you wrote in the sand
to never look back.
Fly, fly, fly … to never rest,
Fly, fly, fly … to never stop
this world made of sound
of meaningless noise.
Find this whisper between us.
The mermaid cries, an alarm rings,
a drum that sings
and the newborn that tries
his voice for the first time.
Fly, fly, fly … to never rest,
Fly, fly, fly … to never stop.
Where am I?
i-e-o-e
Follow the sound of my voice…
If you can’t see me…
i-e-o-e
Keep on listening to me.
Fly, fly, fly … to never rest,
Fly, fly, fly … to never stop.
Look for my voice,
into the sound, into the noise.
Look for me into the noise,
look for me into the noise,
find me into the noise,
find me into the noise.
supported by 635 fans who also own “Canción Mandala”
Ward's swirling, breezy sax feels very close and intimate - listening to it I pictured myself in a small basement room as the band played - but the 10 tongues paint a joyful and sophisticated urban fairytale that changes scene cinematically and builds to a satisfying finale. Tom Colquhoun
supported by 633 fans who also own “Canción Mandala”
This is a great record! It reminds me a little of Gunther Schuller's 'Third Wave' experiments.
I admire Dave for his consistent involvement in moving the music forward ...as complex, involving and articulate as anything he has done. John Cratchley
supported by 631 fans who also own “Canción Mandala”
It is a tender tribute to the spiritual. It reminds me of musical roots older than my first memories. It comforts me and reminds me that I am never alone. boopster13
Chicago sax luminary Greg Ward develops the dual-guitar frontline of his backing Rogue Parade quintet as an avatar for singular strength on this zesty collection of jazz-rock fusion songs. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 10, 2019