They’re not the guardians of the thoughts
Echoing the voice of evil or good
They’re not the army of any god
They’re not disciples of any truth.
It’s not the chains or the weapons
who farm and grow ovaries and nuts.
They’re not the beast that dies of sorrow
Nor the tamer behind the bars.
It’s lighting through the dark
It’s a spur, it’s a blow, it’s a spark
They are the Spirits of Luck
When the luck is more than a smack of luck
It’s leaping in the heart
Making the brain beat, leaving fears apart
They are the Spirits of Luck
Look around, because they’re not too far.
They are not “jíbaros” of wills and minds,
that wish dumb people all over the world.
They’re not scarers of lambs and swines,
nor shepherds minting ferocious wolves.
They are not valid reasons forever
That they are so, because they say so
Nor selling people that don’t fail you ever
Nor having billions and billions and more.
Spirits of Luck
Music & Lyrics: Jor Baldwing.
Feat. Enric Jané (trumpet)
It’s lighting through the dark
It’s a spur, it’s a blow, it’s a spark
They are the Spirits of Luck
When the luck is more than a smack of luck
It’s leaping in your heart
Making the brain beat, leaving fears apart
They are the Spirits of Luck
Look around, because they’re not too far.
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It’s lighting through the dark
It’s a spur, it’s a blow, it’s a spark
They are the Spirits of Luck
When the luck is more than a smack of luck
It’s leaping in your heart
Making the brain beat, leaving fears apart
They are the Spirits of Luck
Look around, because they’re not too far.
It's running when you run
It's the soil, it's the smell, it's the sun
They are the Spirits of Luck
It's the lamp that lamps the lamps.