Canciones
Cada cancion va abrazada a un recuerdo,
como el tapiz que pudimos bordar;
el primer porro, aquellos amigos
21st Century Schizoid Man.
Una cancion, un instante en un album
en que la vida se posa y se va,
como un resumen pactado del tiempo
vull que el dia sigui net i clar.
Una cancion son los dias que fueron
y es el mañana que habra de pasar.
Es la inocencia que nunca se pierde
y nunca te he de olvidar
Una cancion es un libro de viajes.
Lleva bordada la luz que quedo.
Quesa seera di luglio il cielo
If you see her, say hello.
Una cancion es un niño que crece,
busca, se niega, se afirma y se da
siente el oscuro vacio del tiempo
un discurso sobre mi derecho a hablar.
Una cancion es un dia de lluvia,
(Desde ou inicio estaba voce),
tus dedos largos, Moscu y el frio
si estas entre volver y no volver.
Una cancion es la casa que somos,
lo que guardamos en cada cajon,
y no hay polilla que acabe este embrujo
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Cada cancion es el alma de un beso,
una avenida a la que inunda el mar,
el contoneo salado del viento
ne me quite pa, ne me quite pa.
Songs
Each song is embraced by a memory,
like the tapestry we could embroider;
the first joint, those friends
21st Century Schizoid Man.
A song, a moment in an album
where life settles and goes away,
like an agreed summary of time
I want the day to be clean and clear.
A song is the days that were
and the tomorrow that will come.
It's the innocence that is never lost
and I will never forget you.
A song is a travel book.
It carries embroidered the light that remained.
That evening in July the sky will be
If you see her, say hello.
A song is a child growing up,
searching, denying, affirming, giving
feeling the dark void of time
a discourse about my right to speak.
A song is a rainy day,
(From the beginning it was you),
your long fingers, Moscow and the cold
if you are torn between coming back or not.
A song is the home we are,
what we keep in each drawer,
and there's no moth that can end this spell
Is this love, is this love, is this love.
Each song is the soul of a kiss,
an avenue flooded by the sea,
the salty sway of the wind
don't take me away, don't take me away.
Escrita por: Pedro Guerra