Mi Casa Ha Sido Tomada Por Las Flores
Pasa poco pero pasa, compadre.
Es difícil de ligar.
Y a ese güije que lo inventa, comadre, lo debieran diputar.
Te despiertan los aromas perdidos, los que olvida la ciudad, y de pronto ves tu hogar invadido por la luminosidad.
Mi casa ha sido tomada por las flores.
Traigan copas, traigan vasos al derrame de colores.
Mi casa ha sido tomada por las flores.
Vengan almas y retazos: voy a repartir canciones.
Flores fulgurantes y discretas, timoratas y coquetas, inmutables y sin paz.
Flores que rebosan las ventanas, que se vierten y encaraman sobre toda la ciudad.
Mi casa ha sido tomada por las flores.
Traigan copas, traigan vasos al derrame de colores.
Mi casa ha sido tomada por las flores.
Vengan almas y retazos: voy a repartir canciones.
My House Has Been Taken Over by Flowers
It happens rarely but it happens, buddy.
It's hard to figure out.
And that dude who came up with it, lady, they should kick his ass.
You wake up to the lost aromas, the ones the city forgets, and suddenly you see your home invaded by luminosity.
My house has been taken over by flowers.
Bring cups, bring glasses to the spill of colors.
My house has been taken over by flowers.
Bring souls and scraps: I'm gonna share songs.
Glowing and discreet flowers, timid and flirtatious, unchanging and restless.
Flowers overflowing the windows, pouring out and climbing all over the city.
My house has been taken over by flowers.
Bring cups, bring glasses to the spill of colors.
My house has been taken over by flowers.
Bring souls and scraps: I'm gonna share songs.
Escrita por: Silvio Rodríguez