Son El Camino
Hace dias que el camino va tirando mas lejos
Lejos de las colinas y esos solares viejos
Que me son familiares y que aprendi a querer
Como quiero y conozco todo lo que se fue
Hace dias te contaba que me alejo y respiro
Flores de otros jardines por voz de otros caminos
Que me observan lugares y gente que jamas
Se acordo de lo tantos que nos siguen detras
Hace tardes enteras que se asoma la noche
Entre malos presagios y negros nubarrones
Que cuelgan del cielo y me esconden del sol
Y me dejan pensar que soy yo el que no estoy
Hace dias que tropiezo y me aferro a la marcha
Bajo el rayo del sol y el fresco de la escarcha
Se que hay cosas que quedan y cosas que pasan
Y entre cosas que pienso, pienso en volver a casa
Hace ya tantos dias que la luna lejana
Se ha colado en el cielo desde horas mas tempranas
Y su luz de satelite antiguo y distante
Me ilumina en las noches de camino menguante
De hace tiempo no puedo colmarme estas ansias
Que me deja un amor que ocultan las distancias
Pero nada me dice que sigue delante
Si el lugar que busque o el fin del caminante
Que de tanto andar se perdio en el paisaje
Y de lejos de ve continuando su viaje
La cancion compan~era, mi guitarra o baston
Suen~os que se perdieron clamando perdon
Que antes de irse olvidndo sea tan amisino
Y me muero a lo lejos estos dias de camino
Hace mas de cien veces cien que no te miro
Que lo unico que alivia el dolor son suspiros
Que he olvidado los rostros de aquellos que quiero
Y no alcanza el dolor ni todo el desespero
Y me inundan los ojos gruesos goterones
Y se van a volar las imaginaciones
De vuelta al pasado, mas siempre me alcanzan
Son~ando el camino par volver a casa
Para volver a casa
Para volver a casa
They Are The Way
Days have been passing by, pulling the road further away
Far from the hills and those old plots
That are familiar to me and that I learned to love
As I love and know everything that is gone
Days ago I was telling you that I'm moving away and breathing
Flowers from other gardens through the voice of other paths
That observe places and people who never
Remember the many who follow us behind
Whole afternoons go by as night approaches
Among bad omens and dark storm clouds
Hanging from the sky and hiding me from the sun
And making me think that maybe I'm the one who's not here
Days have passed since I stumble and cling to the journey
Under the sun's rays and the coolness of the frost
I know there are things that remain and things that pass
And among the things I think about, I think about going back home
So many days have passed since the distant moon
Has sneaked into the sky since earlier hours
And its light from an ancient and distant satellite
Illuminates me on nights of waning road
For a long time I can't satisfy these longings
That a love leaves hidden by distances
But nothing tells me what lies ahead
If it's the place I searched for or the end of the traveler
Who got lost in the landscape from so much walking
And from afar, I see them continuing their journey
The companion song, my guitar or cane
Dreams that were lost begging for forgiveness
That before leaving, forgetting is so cruel
And I'm dying in the distance these days on the road
It's been more than a hundred times a hundred since I last saw you
That the only thing that eases the pain is sighs
That I have forgotten the faces of those I love
And the pain and despair are not enough
And my eyes are flooded with thick drops
And the imaginations fly away
Back to the past, but they always reach me
Dreaming of the way back home
To go back home
To go back home