VOLTAREI (part. Tania Caamaño)
Visto a cores do ceo, vou lonxe traballar
Se souberas canto che quero, non me deixarías marchar
Canto custa o diñeiro? Se co tempo teño que pagar
Volta de novo ó estranxeiro, volta de novo ao fogar
Lento, morro por dentro se non estás
Sigo escoitando no vento o teu acento, o teu cantar
Leva consigo un lamento, un segredo gardado no tempo
Orgullo que medra no peito, somos da costa, somos do mar
Lento, morro por dentro se non estás
Sigo escoitando no vento o teu acento, o teu cantar
Leva consigo un lamento, un segredo gardado no tempo
Orgullo que medra no peito, somos da costa, somos do mar
Fillos do sal e do monte, petos baleiros fuxen da morte
Fame en Galicia, pura miseria da miña familia
Fillos do sal e do monte, bocas famentas comen do Norte
Voltar de fronte, á miña casiña, a familia que nunca se rompe
Al horizonte marchan los pobres, van pa'l acero, van pa' los barcos
Pan para el pueblo, pan pa' la ría, pa' voltar cunha chea de cartos
As mulleres con dobre papel, criando soíñas no campo
Viudas de vivos levando o fouciño na man e coidando de tantos
Entre as nubes, na miña terra, choiva, néboa
Ceo celeste, sangue celta, voltar e sentir unha aperta
Na chaqueta unha foto que pesa, non podo esquecer a promesa
E deixar que me leve a tristeza sen loitar por manter afouteza
Mariñeiro, migrante, pedíndolle á Virxe do Carme
Que lo proteja, que no les falte hasta que las manos aguanten
Pra o navegante, o que está fóra, que sigue adiante, busca melloras
Tempos de antes son como agora, deixan aos fillos aínda que doa
Voltarei, voltarei, voltarei (voltare-e-e-e-ei)
Voltarei, voltarei, voltarei (voltare-e-e-e-ei)
Voltarei, voltarei, voltarei (voltare-e-e-e-ei)
Voltarei, voltarei, voltarei (voltare-e-e-e-ei)
I Will Return (feat. Tania Caamaño)
Dressed in colors of the sky, I’m heading out to work
If you knew how much I want you, you wouldn’t let me go
How much does money cost? If I have to pay over time
Back again to the foreign land, back again to home
Slowly, I’m dying inside if you’re not here
I keep hearing in the wind your accent, your song
It carries a lament, a secret kept through time
Pride that grows in my chest, we’re from the coast, we’re from the sea
Slowly, I’m dying inside if you’re not here
I keep hearing in the wind your accent, your song
It carries a lament, a secret kept through time
Pride that grows in my chest, we’re from the coast, we’re from the sea
Children of salt and the mountains, empty pockets fleeing from death
Hunger in Galicia, pure misery for my family
Children of salt and the mountains, hungry mouths eat from the North
Facing back, to my little house, to the family that never breaks
To the horizon march the poor, heading for steel, heading for the ships
Bread for the people, bread for the estuary, to return with a load of cash
Women with double roles, raising kids alone in the fields
Widows of the living carrying the sickle in hand and caring for so many
Among the clouds, in my land, rain, fog
Sky blue, Celtic blood, return and feel a hug
In my jacket a photo that weighs, I can’t forget the promise
And let sadness take me without fighting to keep my strength
Fisherman, migrant, asking the Virgin of Carmen
To protect him, that he doesn’t lack until their hands can hold on
For the sailor, the one who’s out there, keep moving forward, seeking better
Times of the past are like now, leaving the children even if it hurts
I will return, I will return, I will return (I will return-e-e-e-e)
I will return, I will return, I will return (I will return-e-e-e-e)
I will return, I will return, I will return (I will return-e-e-e-e)
I will return, I will return, I will return (I will return-e-e-e-e)