A keresés eredménye

The sun looks like rain

I'm leaving on the way.
I'm in no hurry to get there, no, no...
No time to stop either.
 
I just want to roll
I'm going with the wind behind me
He is pushing my walk
Because I'm just a kite
That with the evening goes.
And I go, because I am shadow and I am light.
And I go, because I am land and I am sea,
Because I am a cry to be heard,
Either beyond or here.
 
And why the sun looks like rain,
Sunflower green wheat,
The sun looks like rain,
Sunflower green wheat,
I have a plant and a blue dog,
I always water it and give it light.
We smoke together under the stars
Where there is no longer a crowd.
 

The late afternoon

How far away you are again!
Oh! where is your voice?
In the course of the days
I think sometimes you're going to come back,
Walking, I'm saying your name.
I feel the pain of the sunset.
 
The road takes me back with
the flower of love
Burning on my chest.
It remembers you like a song,
It cries over your eyes
The evening that is born in your heart.
 
Ah! You can speak,
little dove that goes into the air,
Just tell him that
I call her again with pain.
I want to sing in the night
The zamba that one day you will have to cry.
 
Lonely, I think of you again,
Pure jasmine light.
When nostalgia comes
the sky releases your autumn shadow,
Just for loving you.
Sometimes when I walk, I feel like singing.
I'm sad because I know that you always leave
Alas! pain of waiting.
Lover's pain
That alone grows again.
In my mouth, the memory of you,
from singing it so much, turns into honey .
Oh! you can talk...
 

The Swallows

I like the swallows
Because they are like my soul
Fleeting visitors from the unknown
They appear suddenly
When the springtime air decides
To banish the cold
They bring to me from the remote skies of the earth
The nostalgia of the road
And the anxiety of the infinite
Which my blood uses to defeat death
And to affirm life
Across the centuries
 
Where will you go flying through the skies
Little black ember that makes clarity shine
Behind your wandering flight my eyes drink in
The immensity, the immensity
 
Clouds go on by, sailboats in a tempest
In shafts of golden light the sun sets
And like black syllables, the swallows
Say goodbye, say goodbye
 
Fly, fly, fly, swallow
Come back from way out there
Come back from the depths of life
Riding the light, crossing the sea, crossing the sea
 
A sky full of kites darkens
The wind in the groves passes through singing
Retracing the days my thoughts
Also going away, also going away
 
When the days are shortened alongside my shadow
And in my soul the sun sets bleeding
I will raise up my eyes asking the heavens
To see you again, to see you again
 
Fly, fly, fly, swallow
Come back from way out there
Come back from the depths of life
Riding the light, crossing the sea, crossing the sea
 
Fly, fly, fly, swallow
Come back from way out there
From way out there
From way out there
 

I saw you yesterday

I saw you yesterday, you were dressed in such shadow
That the night seemed to fade away in your gaze
Your gaze that used to sing of so many stars for me
Your gaze that used to sing of so many stars for me
 
I saw you yesterday, you were dressed in such shadow
Where before there were clocks, nostalgia shed tears
Nostalgia, this road that has been laid before me
Nostalgia, this road that has been laid before me
 
Like a small boat now stranded, without its port or its sea
With a frozen heart, clothed in solitude
Neither your mouth nor mine will call out to each other when we pass
So much pain so much forgotten they have nothing to say
 
I saw you yesterday, you were dressed in such shadow
That the night seemed to fade away in your gaze
Your gaze that used to sing of so many stars for me
Your gaze that used to sing of so many stars for me
 
I saw you yesterday, you were dressed in such shadow
That the street seemed to cry when you passed by
And a candle dimmed its light for me for all time
And a candle dimmed its light for me for all time
 
Like a small boat now stranded, without a port or its sea
With a frozen heart, clothed in solitude
Neither your mouth nor mine will call out to each other when we pass
So much pain so much forgotten they have nothing to say
 
I saw you yesterday, you were dressed in such shadow
That the night seemed to fade away in your gaze
Your gaze that used to sing of so many stars for me
Your gaze that used to sing of so many stars for me
 

Samba and Watercolors

With your swirling skirt
I dance this samba without haste
The way you move carries me away
Like a kite in the breeze
The way you move carries me away
Like a kite in the breeze
 
And I'm quite at ease
In this moment in time
Your feet whirl round and round
The wind kisses your lips
Your feet whirl round and round
The wind kisses your lips
 
This samba drips honey
It becomes a bonfire in the distance
I want to make love to you in Santiago’s mornings
Paint my sunsets with your watercolors
I want to make love to you in Santiago’s mornings
 
To wake up samba in your arms
And I won’t resist getting close to you
To your body whose scent
Is like a dainty flower from the town
That blooms among the hills
Is like a dainty flower from the town
That blooms among the hills
 
The samba goes on and on
I have taken my place in your heart
I tangle you up in my mustache
You tangle me up with your silence
I tangle you up in my mustache
You tangle me up with your silence
 
This samba drips honey
It becomes a bonfire in the distance
I want to make love to you in Santiago’s mornings
Paint my dawns with your watercolors
I want to make love to you in Santiago’s mornings
To wake up samba in your arms
 

From my mother

I will return, I will return
the night dressed in blue
until the small stream which goes down from the hill
will bring memories of my youthfulness. (x2)
 
I will return, I will return
where my mother is waiting me
again in her arms become a child
to live as you live just once.
 
White jasmine flowers
which perfumes the courtyard of the old garden
a moon kiss waits me in the valleys
my ranch, my mother, all what I feel (x2)
 
I will return, I will return
by this path which yesterday moved me away
route of the bird which today returns to its nest
searching the relief for its pain. (x2)
 
I will return, I will return
far in the night my voice rings out
The voice of love
you herd from far
and which calls the absent of his heart
 
White jasmine flowers
which perfumes the courtyard of the old garden
a moon kiss waits me in the valleys
my ranch, my mother, all what I feel (x2)