All language subtitles for Terminal Norte (2021)22

- IN THE YEAR THAT PLAGUE DEVASTATED,
- I pull the petals of these dry flowers

- A SINGER FROM THE R�O DE LA PLATA
- Longing for love to come

SOUGHT REFUGE IN THE NORTH OF THE COUNTRY.

Then, a chorus of spectres gets close

Escaping for the sun's refuge

- SHE HAD TO PREPARE A GREAT SHOW.
- The horse unsaddles the shadow

And he stays in my room again

When the night falls he moans

He wakes me up,
And then makes me sleep

- BUT IT WAS CANCELLED.
- At the end, she brings a sun reflection

Her silhouette sinister and calm

- IT'S NOT DAWN.
- Maybe he is a cruel parasite on my skin

- THOSE LIGHTS ARE PASSING CARS.
- But I hope that he wants to return...

But I hope that he wants to return...

IT WAS HARD TO KNOW THE HOUR AT THAT TIME.

But I hope that he wants to return...

NORTH TERMINAL

Purmamarca, to a copleros meeting...

and she left us...
as soon as we entered the town,

- Yes.
- She opened the door,

while the car was running,
and she got off, running,

and we stayed like this.

She convinced us to go
to a copleros meeting that weekend,

because we had the car.

We agreed to go all together,
and rent a cabin.

When we were about to park,

she got off running,

and, during the whole meeting,

when she ran into us,
she pretended not to know us.

She changed the group...

and we were like
"Hey, we came with Mariana Carrizo".

But, she ran away and, where did she go?

To recite coplas, but without us.

- Alone!
- And we...

- But, out of nowhere, on the road?
- No, no, no.

- No, no, it was at the meeting.
- It was at the meeting.

- It was a meeting�
- But she pretended not to know us,

I mean, it was useful for her
that we gave her a ride.

Then, she pretended not to know us
because it was like a bad reputation...

There were rounds of copleros,

- Many rounds of copleros...
- And they took their snare drum?

And we were walking behind her...

- Like a rap encounter...
- Yeah, right,

- It's a meeting of copleros.
- No! I love it!

They are 'Whisky',

they're nomadic.

Maca and Mar.

They perform noise.

He is Miguel Moreira.

His mother was a great coplera,
Amalia Maidana.

Miguel is a tamer, and a great dancer.

I'm from Berisso, and I don't know
who these people are.

Noelia Sinkunas, aka Noe.

Pianist and composer.

She is the undisputed piano queen.

She is Lorena Carpanchay,

the first trans coplera
from the Calchaqu� Valleys.

She works in the countryside,
she sells figs and prickly pears.

I don't know anybody.
Is that Mariana Carrizo's daughter, Michu?

She's Michu, Mariana Carrizo's daughter.

She works in the film industry, sings,

and makes the best puffs.

She's B Yami.

What am I doing here? As if...

Limache's trap singer.

The day the Pregnancy Interruption Law
passed,

she burnt Plaza G�emes with her songs.

He's Bubu.

Composer, guitar player,
and master of Salta guitarists.

She's Mariana Carrizo.

Some people call her Cuchi, the cutler.

When she recites her coplas,
this country gets off the ground.

And me. Julieta Laso, singer.

Negro son of Eastern negro

Grandson of bozal negro

Who took up arms with the General

and a cannon hit him in Marmaraj�

The fool moon came out, bemb�

It began praising me too

The dead in his tomb buzzes

He died in the macumba again

What with what, who with whom

When, also

How and why

Some first, and others later

Negro of the deadly spear

Shadow in the bar's tense shadow

In front of its large municipal glass

He closes one eye and drinks half

Think of the Alvear cannons

Open one eye and look again

A battalion is for battling

That's the best way to think

Milonga negro, sir

From the most thundered tabor

He rises the glass of wine
And a trembling

Lowers from his hand to his heart

Bitches, you wanna trap?

Come, Julia.

I want all of you to trap.

Life is not so easy as they say

I'd rather write it down in ink

I know maybe the road became long

Easy, girl, go up,
Don't go down the step

Toxic people walk on your side

Your eyes weren't wide open
Because you were stunned

You reacted late,
Damaged is done

You broke my heart,
Disappointment is by your side

So many promises I breached,
So many lovers I lost

So many moments I shared,
They became memories

So many bullshit I overcame,
So many troubles I got involved

So many problems I had to face
They belong to the past

We know well that life goes on

Predictable present and future

Don't turn off,
Don't turn invisible

Everything comes,
Nothing is impossible

Chin up, girl, chin up, girl,
Don't go down

Stomp, you're on the top

Chin up, girl, Chin up, girl,
Don't go down

Stomp, you're on the top

If you give all
And the life knocks you out

Get up and respond,
Don't give up, fight back

Those who risk and prosper
Are the ones who progress

It's not comfortable that
He gets tangled up in my problem

I'm not the one to give the best advice

But history says it's not wise, it's old

I've been there, I tell you

The Russian roulette, if I got it,
I turn it down

Who tells you about it, who invented it
Which bad company surprised you

He deluded with many things
Always alone, no feeling

That's the world today, there's no heart
Plenty of anger, only thought

Without company there's no sympathy
I'd rather take up the direction

If I don't feel myself, I feel lost

I regret so many things

So go on, don't stop, girl

It's your fate, you're the chosen

Chin up, girl, chin up, girl,
Don't go down

Stomp, you're on the top

Chin up, girl, chin up, girl,
Don't go down

Stomp, you're on the top

If you give all
And the life knocks you out

Get up and respond,
Don't give up, fight back

Those who risk and prosper
Are the ones who progress

It's not comfortable that
He gets tangled up in my problem

This is B Yami
This is B Yami

Yeah, from Limache to the world, yeah

Yeah, Salta, Argentina, 420

That light?

Are the ones from the sect?

Don't look.

The queer comes reciting the tune.

The butterfly comes
bringing down the gaze.

The queer comes

Reciting the tune

The butterfly comes

Bringing down the gaze

The book of poems talks about
the struggle of the street girls.

How we live the street,
how we struggle to earn some money,

when our parents or grandparents
kick us out to the streets

and they don't know where we go.

So, the first thing we do
is go to the streets,

to earn some money for eating,
at least, to survive.

So, this poem reflects that,

it redeems the street girls
and our struggle.

- And, do you want to recite it?
- Okay.

Valley's little moon

My dearly little moon

Don't let me to shut up

For the anger of the trans

For the anger of the trans

For the red sky

Of the trans

For the red sky

Of the trans

Awareness, memory

And resistance

Resistance

Lohan a and Sacay�n said

We'll never return to the hole

We'll never return to the hole

No room for dumbs

For saying the truth

For saying the truth

Pachamama, here we are

Mother Earth daughters

Mother Earth

Awful.

I recite it will all my strength because

it helps me to open,

to forget the sadness, the bad memories
from my childhood till today,

and today I do say that I'm free,

because I recite it to the world,
and I recite to the struggle too,

the struggle of the trans.

This is stronger

than what is accepted to say�

People want to believe in something.

It's true that to instil faith
always involve manipulation,

certain speeches, unspecific
but promising,

great role models,
rituals for new members,

this is the source of enthusiasm
of the mass.

People ask for faith and desire
of believing in something

from the deepest part of their soul.

My soul has left to the street

And a sob on the sidewalk

I suddenly exist in a corner

With a glove of anguish

And a necklace of neglect

Your oblivion has glass eyes

Fake hands

But today is never
about love and glances

And the pain has a silence of mourning

I wander in high heels
and with baggy-eyes

For the strident void

It can't be that you don't love me

And, yet, today is never

With a low-cut weeping

Today is never

I attend your blood today

My own heart

My own heart

Okay, the very last.

Your eyes

Are on the road

Your eyes

Are on the road

On the road On the road

Your eyes

Are on the road

On the road On the road

On the road

I'm right behind you

I'm holding you knocked

I'm right behind you

Are on the road

There was a little keyboard at home,

one of those Casio Tone Bank, remember?

- Yes.
- It was great, of 5 octaves.

I played a lot with it,
we played beats in it.

Now that I think about it,
it's kind of crazy. We played beats,

and then played other keys,
and changed to another beat,

and then I came back to the previous beat,

so, it was like�
It's kind of crazy now

that I was kind of understanding
the structure.

It is weird to think about that at...

I don't know... at 7 years old... Amazing.

Look, I found it.

- Let's see.
- See?

There was an adobe hut,

two owls lived there,
I'm coming in, see?

You'll see that I come in,
I open the door,

and through that window above,

the white owl gets out.

It flies, flies, flies.

And now, there's another one
going out.

There you can see it.

Here I am, getting in, it was cold
because it was Winter.

It was an adobe hut...

and I get in,

I open the door,

and when I open it,

through the window above,

the owl gets out,

and behind it, it flies and flies,
the other one gets out too.

They fly, fly, fly.

There you can see it keeps flying.

Oh, vidalita

Where have you gone
You've made me cry

Oh, Vidalita, where are you

Where are you

Loving is uphill

and forgetting, downhill

I'll keep going up

even if it's hard work

Oh, Vidalita, where are you

Oh, vidalita, where have you gone

Where are you

Ten years after it died

The earth asked me

If I have already forgotten

And I replied: No

And I replied: No

Oh, vidalita, where have you gone

Where are you

Alone I am in the world

Alone, like the cactus

At night, the moon lights me

By day, the sun

By day, the sun

Where are you

Oh, vidalita, where are you

Oh, vidalita, where are you

I worked in a convent school

that had an Art school,
in Belgrano neighbourhood.

I don't remember exactly the name,
it was quite intense too.

And I had to be there at 7 AM, naked,

and the nuns painted me.

I was bold, with a bad expression.

And, I remember that sometimes
I went out to the garden to smoke,

and they stared at me in a peculiar way.

Sometimes I stayed up to five hours.

Once I fainted because
it was really exhausting.

After that, I entered into
Omar Pacheco's Free Theatre Group,

that was similar to Eugenio Barba's,

in Od�n Teatret, like...
Theatre Anthropology...

We were a cooperative, Free Theatre Group,

that it wasn't so 'free',

at the end, it was a nightmare.

And then I lost the interest in acting,
for a long time,

and I wasn't young and I realized
things were not improving,

and that I had no second option,

so, what was I going to do.
I started to get a little depressed,

even a girlfriend dumped me.

In the last play I performed,

a musician told me "You must sing."

"We can try, sing a few tangos,
and go to a milonga",

where I know there was
some renowned orchestra directors,

people that worked in that field.

I said, "okay, let's try once
and see what happens.

If something convincing happens,
I'll follow that path."

But if it was another obsession,
I had no time for it,

so, it had to be convincing.

For many years, we played everywhere,

in the smallest places, in the worst dens,

wherever we could, and I loved it, so...

Boy

That because the luck wanted

You live on the first floor
Of a central high-rise

That for vices and pleasures

For parties and women
You have a trust fund

Boy

That you do not know the enchantment

Of having spilled tears
On a woman chest

That you do not know how it is to go dry
In a gambling hall and to force yourself

To go back in.

That you say that a
down and dirty tango

Does not make you lose the calm

And that your soul does not cry

When a band one on moans

That if you have any feeling

You have it sedated

Because all you have obtained
Has been paying like a bloke

Tell me

If in your stupid life

Under the light of the moon
Or if not under a street lamp

You have felt like a poet

And you have said to a babe
That she was prettier than the sun

Tell me

If you know the harmony

The sweet multicolour
Of the afternoons of suburb

When the factory workers,
Tempting and attractive go

Under the sonorous dough

That you say that a
down and dirty tango

Does not make you lose the calm

And that your soul does not cry

When a band one on moans

That if you have any feeling

You have it sedated

Because all you have obtained
Has been paying like a bloke

So now, carnival won't be so good,

we'll have to find the way to make
the comadres meeting,

to be able to do the copleras meetings,

Sure.

Because, without carnival...

- Right.
- There is no...

no reset of everyday life.

Completely.

Up, up, and what's down

Up, up, and what's down

Only one little dove,
and she supports herself

Only one little dove,
and it supports herself

I wish I was married,
only for a little while

I wish I was married,
only for a little while

Married my whole life
is something I won't allow

Married my whole life
is something I won't allow

Two husbands I wish I have

Two husbands I wish I have

One from time to time,
the other for every day

One from time to time,
the other for every day

Up, up, and what's down

Up, up, and what's down

NORTH TERMINAL

Go ahead.

Black was your hair
That covered your body

Full of love I saw you dancing

Someone else was holding you,
Someone else was kissing you

But it was me who you were looking at

Gipsy face, sweet and passionate

You gave me your love with a blade

Today you pay for your destiny
In this roads

You live the love
And steal the affection

Where are your profound eyes

And the fire of your lips
That were mine?

The liquor I drink opens my wounds

It makes me drunk
and I love you even more

Where do you go, gipsy of mine?

This is my desperate song

That calls and looks for you everywhere

But nobody knows where you are

Black was your hair
That covered your body

Full of love I saw you dancing

Someone else was holding you,
Someone else was kissing you

But it was me who you were looking at

Gipsy face, sweet and passionate

You gave me your love with a blade

Today you pay for your destiny
In this roads

You live the love
And steal the affection

Steal the affection

Steal the affection