Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niebla del Riachuelo, artist - Adriana Varela. Album song Docke, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 03.07.2017
Record label: Dbn
Song language: Spanish
Niebla del Riachuelo(original) |
Turbio fondeadero donde van a recalar |
barcos que en el muelle para siempre han de quedar; |
sombras que se alargan en la noche del dolor; |
naufragos del mundo que han perdido el corazón; |
puentes y cordajes donde el viento viene a aullar; |
barcos carboneros que jamás han de zarpar; |
torvo cementerio de las naves que, al morir, |
sueñan, sin embargo, que hacia el mar han de partir. |
Niebla del Riachuelo, |
amarrado al recuerdo |
yo sigo esperando; |
niebla del Riachuelo, |
de ese amor, para siempre, |
me vas alejando… |
Nunca más volvio; |
nunca más la vi; |
nunca más su voz nombro mi nombre junto a mi… |
…esa misma voz que dijo «Adios!». |
Sueña, Marínero, con tu viejo bergantin; |
bebe tus nostalgias en el sordo |
LLueve sobre el puerto, mientras tanto, mi cancion; |
llueve lentamente sobre tu desolación… |
Anclas que ya nunca, nunca mas, han de levar; |
bordas de lanchones sin amarras que soltar; |
triste caravana sin destino ni ilusion, |
como un barco preso en la botella del figon… |
(translation) |
Shady anchorage where they are going to land |
boats that must remain at the dock forever; |
shadows that lengthen in the night of pain; |
castaways of the world who have lost their hearts; |
bridges and ropes where the wind comes to howl; |
coal ships that will never set sail; |
grim cemetery of the ships that, when dying, |
they dream, however, that towards the sea they have to depart. |
creek mist, |
tied to the memory |
I'm still waiting; |
creek mist, |
of that love, forever, |
you're driving me away... |
I never came back; |
I never saw her again; |
never again her voice called my name next to me... |
…that same voice that said “Goodbye!” |
Dream, Sailor, with your old brigantine; |
drink your nostalgia in the deaf |
It rains on the port, meanwhile, my song; |
it rains slowly on your desolation… |
Anchors that never, never again, have to lift; |
huts of barges without moorings to release; |
sad caravan without destiny or illusion, |
like a ship imprisoned in the figon bottle… |