Cantares

Songs

Cantares

Everything happens and everything isTodo pasa y todo queda
But our thing is to passPero lo nuestro es pasar
Pass making pathsPasar haciendo caminos
Paths over the seaCaminos sobre la mar

I never chased gloryNunca perseguí la gloria
Nor leave in memoryNi dejar en la memoria
Of men, my songDe los hombres, mi canción

I love the subtle worldsYo amo los mundos sutiles
Weightless and gentleIngrávidos y gentiles
Like soap foamComo pompas de jabón

I like to see them paintedMe gusta verlos pintarse
Of sun and scarlet, flyDe Sol y grana, volar
Under the blue sky, trembleBajo el cielo azul, temblar
suddenly and breakSúbitamente y quebrarse

I never chased gloryNunca perseguí la gloria

WalkerCaminante
Your footprints are the path and nothing moreSon tus huellas el camino y nada más
Walker, there is no pathCaminante, no hay camino
The path is made by walkingSe hace camino al andar
When you walk, you make a pathAl andar, se hace camino
And when I look backY al volver la vista atrás
You see the path that neverSe ve la senda que nunca
It has to be stepped on againSe ha de volver a pisar
Walker, there is no pathCaminante, no hay camino
But wakes in the seaSino estelas en la mar

Some time ago, in that placeHace algún tiempo, en ese lugar
Where today the forests are dressed in thornsDonde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos
The voice of a poet was heard shoutingSe oyó la voz de un poeta gritar
Walker, there is no pathCaminante, no hay camino
The path is made by walkingSe hace camino al andar
Blow by blow, verse by verseGolpe a golpe, verso a verso

He died the poet away from homeMurió el poeta, lejos del hogar
The dust of a neighboring country covers himLe cubre el polvo de un país vecino
As they walked away, they saw him cryingAl alejarse, le vieron llorar
Walker, there is no pathCaminante, no hay camino
The path is made by walkingSe hace camino al andar
Blow by blow, verse by verseGolpe a golpe, verso a verso

When the finch can not singCuando el jilguero no puede cantar
When the poet is a pilgrimCuando el poeta es un peregrino
When it is of no use to prayCuando de nada nos sirve rezar
Walker, there is no pathCaminante, no hay camino
The path is made by walkingSe hace camino al andar
Blow by blow, verse by verseGolpe a golpe, verso a verso

Blow by blow, verse by verseGolpe a golpe, verso a verso
Blow by blow, verse by verseGolpe a golpe, verso a verso