In 1911 there was a career for the conquest of the South pole, the expedition Norway, led by Roald Amundsen and the British expedition led by Robert Scott. December 14 of 1911 Amundsen conquered the south pole. The 12 January of 1912, five weeks later, Scott and hisr group only arrived to the south pole only to find the flag of Norway. They had lost the career, tired and demoralized they began the return. A series of storms and sudden drops of temperatures made that the group will be caught to a distance of 20 kilometers from the deposit of supplies that could have saved their lives. This song give homage to the conquest of the Antarctica, to the commandant Scott and its final group
En 1911 hubo una carrera por la conquista del polo Sur, la expedición Noruega, liderada por Roald Amundsen y la expedición británica liderada Robert Scott. El 14 de diciembre de 1911 Amundsen conquistó el polo sur. El 12 Enero de 1912, cinco semanas después, Scott y su grupo llegaron al polo sur sólo para encontrar la bandera Noruega. Habían perdido la carrera, cansados y desmoralizados iniciaron el retorno. Una serie de tormentas y súbitas bajas de temperaturas hizo que el grupo quedará atrapado a solo 20 kilómetros del depósito de suministros que pudo haber salvado sus vidas. Esta canción rinde homenaje a la conquista de la antártica, al comandante Scott y su grupo final
ANTARCTICA
Winter storm, Snow in my hearings.
Numb fingers, Hands and feet
But not my heart.
Your life escapes from my veins,
Vaporizing the immortal
Feelings of your look
From my icy and dead blood.
Two steps toward the light,
A fall, another defeat.
You name is the end of the road
And the beginning is your image.
Paradise and hell in my dreams,
Included in only frozen package.
Two more steps toward the light,
A haulage, another sunken foot.
Your shade gets lost in the white gloom,
Among gelid abandoned dunes,
Before ephemeral prints
That never more shows their face to the world.
You hide yourself without making it,
I pursue you without insisting.
My future is here, on the frost,
Unburied and incorrupt.
I won't decompose my bones neither my skin,
They will survive with your memories. But not me.
Ice I am, you are not; Ice I will be,
You never will; My tomb is far from you,
I escape from your heat,
Inanimate and imperceptible.
I won't abandon the organic shell of my soul,
You will forget who we are.
I won't. Ice I was, I am ice on the outside;
My inner self continues living on in your life
Forever in Antarctica
(1ts & 3th Solo: Orlando / 2nd & 4th Solo: Pedro Espinosa)
Two blind steps toward the light,
A misleading, another anonymous disaster.
Your spectrum wanders in the left path,
Walking between the cracks and glaciers,
Behind an aquatic solidified barrier.
Two more steps toward the light,
And I don't listen to you,
An illusion, another disillusion.
False impression
I accent of feeling your light,
Encircling and invisible darkness,
Dense and cold
Kernlose Winter
Original photo edited by me
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