El Manantial

The Spring

El Manantial

Oh, love, you're leavingAy, amor que te vas
Like a fleeting birdComo ave fugaz
And the feathers you leaveY el plumaje lo deja
Where you nested.Donde se anidó.

Oh, love, you're leavingAy, amor que te vas
Hoping to findEsperando encontrar
What you've never foundLo que nunca has hallado
And never will.Ni hallarás.

There was a road dead for yearsÉrase un camino muerto por los años
And the pain of being a roadY el dolor de ser camino
And not being able to walk,Y no poder caminar,
It was tied to a cruel fateLo ataban al cruel destino
Of waiting, of waiting.De esperar, de esperar.

And then a spring arrivedY llegó un manantial
A young stream of loveCauce joven de amar
And it started to water what had died.Y se puso a regar lo que murió.

Neither love, nor the scentNi el amor, ni el olor
Of fresh water of loveDe agua fresca de amar
Could stop what happened.Pudieron impedir lo que pasó.

There was a road dead for yearsÉrase un camino muerto por los años
And the pain of being a roadY el dolor de ser camino
And not being able to walk,Y no poder caminar,
It was tied to a cruel fateLo ataban al cruel destino
Of waiting, of waiting.De esperar, de esperar.

And then a spring arrivedY llegó un manantial
A young stream of loveCauce joven de amar
And it started to water what had died.Y se puso a regar lo que murió.

Neither love, nor the scentNi el amor, ni el olor
Of fresh water of loveDe agua fresca de amar
Could stop what happened.Pudieron impedir lo que pasó.
The spring dried up,El manantial se secó,
The road died.El camino se murió.