Los Fayeos de Mayo
Les lluces de la ciudá
llíndienme cabo la mar
hasta la playa balera
onde'l carbón y l'arena
s'abracen una vez más.
El presente queda atrás,
presu del atapecer.
Pasen sieglos nun momentu,
y oigo como nun llamentu
la voz de la soledá.
Andarina, vienes tarde,
andarina, vienes tarde,
vistida de sol y orbayu,
traes oro, plata traes
a los fayeos de mayo.
Pente ñubes de robín,
siento l'alma mineral,
trabayada en desengaños,
apagada como'l faro
d'una mar d'escoria gris.
Fatigáu del camín,
engurriáu pol bramar
d'innumerables hibiernos,
suaño los díes eternos,
espierto en nueches sin fin.
Andarina, vienes tarde,
andarina, vienes tarde,
esllumando como'l rayu,
risca l'alba d'esmeralda
pelos fayeos de mayo,
pelos fayeos de mayo.
Pente calles de cristal,
trona'l cantu del nordés
con pallabres de poeta,
evocándome una idea,
tresportándome al llugar ...
... onde ñaguo volver,
ente los montes del sur,
onde vuela'l sitiu míu,
onde too tien sentíu,
onde soi quien quiero ser.
Andarina, vienes tarde,
andarina, vienes tarde,
endolcada nel to cantu.
Yá relluma la rosada
pelos fayeos de mayo,
pelos fayeos de mayo.
Cuántes promeses traxeras
con aquella primavera
y marcharon col verano.
Llevóme la vida entera
regresar a la to vera
y a los fayeos de mayo.
Andarina, vienes tarde,
andarina, vienes tarde,
vistida de sol y orbayu.
Yá ye tiempu que descanses
(so los fayeos de mayo.)
Andarina, vienes tarde,
andarina, vienes tarde,
esllumando como'l rayu.
Risca l'alba d'esmeralda
pelos fayeos de mayo.
The May Faeries
The city lights
Guide me to the sea
To the wild beach
Where coal and sand
Embrace once more
The present is left behind
Lost in the sunset
Centuries pass in a moment
And I hear in a lament
The voice of loneliness
Wanderer, you come late
Wanderer, you come late
Dressed in sun and mist
You bring gold, you bring silver
to the May faeries
Among clouds of robin
I feel the mineral soul
Worked by disappointments
Dimmed like the lighthouse
In a sea of gray slag
Tired of the road
Annoyed by the roar
Of countless winters
I dream of eternal days
Awake in endless nights
Wanderer, you come late
Wanderer, you come late
Shining like lightning
You light up the emerald dawn
For the May faeries
For the May faeries
Among streets of glass
Thunders the song of the northeast
With poet's words
Evoking an idea
Transporting me to the place...
...where I long to return
Among the southern mountains
Where my heart flies
Where everything makes sense
Where I am who I want to be
Wanderer, you come late
Wanderer, you come late
Sweetened in your song
The dew already shines
For the May faeries
For the May faeries
How many promises you brought
With that spring
And they left with the summer
It took me a whole life
to return to your side
And to the May faeries
Wanderer, you come late
Wanderer, you come late
Dressed in sun and mist
It's time for you to rest
(with the May faeries)
Wanderer, you come late
Wanderer, you come late
Shining like lightning
Lighting up the emerald dawn
For the May faeries