Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vuelvo , by - Inti Illimani. Release date: 31.12.1990
Song language: Spanish
Vuelvo(original) |
| Con cenizas, con desgarros |
| Con nuestra altiva impaciencia |
| Con una honesta conciencia |
| Con enfado, con sospecha |
| Con activa certidumbre |
| Pongo el pie en mi país |
| Pongo el pie en mi país |
| Y en lugar de sollozar |
| De moler mi pena al viento |
| Abro el ojo y su mirar |
| Y contengo el descontento |
| Vuelvo hermoso, vuelvo tierno |
| Vuelvo con mi esperadura |
| Vuelvo con mis armaduras |
| Con mi espada, mi desvelo |
| Mi tajante desconsuelo |
| Mi presagio, mi dulzura |
| Vuelvo con mi amor espeso |
| Vuelvo en alma y vuelvo en hueso |
| A encontrar la patria pura |
| Al fin del último beso |
| Vuelvo al fin sin humillarme |
| Sin pedir perdón ni olvido: |
| Nunca el hombre está vencido |
| Su derrota es siempre breve |
| Un estímulo que mueve |
| La vocación de su guerra |
| Pues la raza que destierra |
| Y la raza que recibe |
| Le dirán al fin que él vive |
| Dolores de toda tierra |
| Vuelvo hermoso, vuelvo tierno |
| Vuelvo con mi esperadura |
| Vuelvo con mis armaduras |
| Con mi espada, mi desvelo |
| Mi tajante desconsuelo |
| Mi presagio, mi dulzura |
| Vuelvo con mi amor espeso |
| Vuelvo en alma y vuelvo en hueso |
| A encontrar la patria pura |
| Al fin del último beso |
| (translation) |
| With ashes, with tears |
| With our haughty impatience |
| with an honest conscience |
| With anger, with suspicion |
| With active certainty |
| I set foot in my country |
| I set foot in my country |
| And instead of sobbing |
| To grind my sorrow to the wind |
| I open my eye and look |
| And I contain the discontent |
| I come back beautiful, I come back tender |
| I return with my hope |
| I'm back with my armor |
| With my sword, my vigilance |
| my blunt despair |
| My omen, my sweetness |
| I return with my thick love |
| I return in soul and I return in bone |
| To find the pure homeland |
| At the end of the last kiss |
| I return at last without humiliating myself |
| Without asking for forgiveness or forgetting: |
| man is never defeated |
| Your defeat of him is always brief |
| A stimulus that moves |
| The vocation of his war |
| Well, the race that banishes |
| And the breed that receives |
| They will tell him at last that he lives |
| Sorrows of all land |
| I come back beautiful, I come back tender |
| I return with my hope |
| I'm back with my armor |
| With my sword, my vigilance |
| my blunt despair |
| My omen, my sweetness |
| I return with my thick love |
| I return in soul and I return in bone |
| To find the pure homeland |
| At the end of the last kiss |