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Señor, Señor

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Song

Señor, Señor (Lord, Lord) is the title of a tango written by Ángel Wells (Ángel Juan Luis Pozzi). The music was composed by V. Juan Clauso.

Music
Genre:

Tango

Composer(s):

Ángel Wells (Ángel Juan Luis Pozzi)

Year of composition:


Lyrics

Lyrics writer(s):

V. Juan Clauso

The poet sends out a heartfelt prayer for the end of war, suffering and discord among men.

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Lyrics

Spanish: Señor, Señor

Señor de los buenos, Señor de los tristes,
que por noble y bueno estás en la cruz;
tú que por los hombres la sangre vertiste,
desciende a la tierra, derrama tu luz...
 
No oirás a los hombres hablar de otra cosa
que de hambre, de guerra, de pólvora y gas.
El odio se viste de frases hermosas
y va agazapada la muerte detrás...
 
Señor, Señor, por las almas de todos los hombres
que hallaron la muerte sin irla a buscar,
y hoy duermen su sueño, sin cruz y sin nombre,
en tanto que el hambre se ensaña en su hogar...
 
Señor, Señor, haz que cese la guerra maldita,
se abracen los hombres y no luchen más.
Y haz con tu divina piedad infinita
de cada trinchera un templo de paz...
 
Por todas las madres enfermas de ausencia
y por las privadas de todo sostén,
despierta a los hombres, alumbra conciencias
y harás que se apaguen los odios... Amén.

English: Lord, Lord

Lord of the good, Lord of the sad,
for being noble and kind you are on the cross;
you, who for mankind poured your own blood,
descend onto Earth, spill your light...

You won’t hear people talk about anything
but hunger and war, gunpowder and gas.
Hatred dresses up with beautiful phrases
and death follows crouching over...

Lord, Lord, for the souls of all those
who found death without looking for it,
and today sleep their sleep without cross nor name,
while hunger shows no mercy in their homes...

Lord, Lord, make this cursed war stop,
make people embrace each other and fight no more.
Make, with your divine, infinite mercy,
out of every trench, a temple of peace...

For all mothers sick with absence
and those deprived of any support,
wake up humankind, light up consciences
and you shall make hatreds die out... Amén.

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