Translation of the song lyrics Volar - Alvaro Soler

Volar (original)

Hoy me levanto sin pensar
voy a dejarlo todo y luego yo
pongo la mano en el aire, echo a volar
sin complicarme la vida a disfrutar y yo
yo quiero más, quiero más
es como quiero ser
nada más, nada más
ni un minuto que perder.

Volar con el viento
y sentir que se para el tiempo
pintar el momento
y las nubes ir persiguiendo
saber cantar, pasarlo bien
ir por las calles y querer
volar con el viento
y sentir que se para el tiempo
y sentir que se para el tiempo.

Deja lo malo, para de pensar
en que podría haber sido
y empieza ya a ver que el
futuro está llamando a tu puerta
así que aprovecha, haz como yo y di
yo quiero más, quiero más
es como quiero ser
nada más, nada más
ni un minuto que perder.

Volar con el viento
y sentir que se para el tiempo
pintar el momento
y las nubes ir persiguiendo
saber cantar, pasarlo bien
ir por las calles y querer
volar con el viento
y sentir que se para el tiempo.

Y ver como las casas quedan atrás
desenfocado ya
los árboles nos pasan alrededor
quiero más, quiero más
ni un minuto que perder.

Volar con el viento
y sentir que se para el tiempo
pintar el momento
y las nubes ir persiguiendo
saber cantar, pasarlo bien
ir por las calles y querer
volar con el viento
y sentir que se para el tiempo
y sentir que se para el tiempo
saber cantar, pasarlo bien
ir por las calles y querer
volar con el viento
y sentir que se para el tiempo.

Volar (translation)

This morning, thoughtless, I arise—
Intent on leaving all behind, and then
I cast my hand aloft, unfurling wide like wings,
Shaking off life’s knots, I taste its honeyed air, and I—
I hunger still, I thirst for more,
Such is the shape I crave to wear,
No more, no less—
Not a moment’s gold to squander.

To vault upon the wind’s invisible spine,
And know that time itself is held in breathless pause,
To paint the instant—liquid and unbound—
And chase after clouds like white deer through the sky,
To conjure song, to drink the feast of laughter,
To lose myself in streets, longing still—
To vault upon the wind’s invisible spine,
And know that time itself is held in breathless pause,
And know that time itself is held in breathless pause.

Leave sorrow’s embers—let them cool—
Cease pondering what was never sown,
Lift your gaze, for now you glimpse how
The future knocks, a herald at your door,
So seize its hem—do as I, and say:
I hunger still, I thirst for more,
Such is the shape I crave to wear,
No more, no less—
Not a moment’s gold to squander.

To vault upon the wind’s invisible spine,
And know that time itself is held in breathless pause,
To paint the instant—liquid and unbound—
And chase after clouds like white deer through the sky,
To conjure song, to drink the feast of laughter,
To lose myself in streets, longing still—
To vault upon the wind’s invisible spine,
And know that time itself is held in breathless pause.

And watch as houses slip into the dusk behind,
Already blurring—
Tree shadows wheel about us, swift and green—
I hunger still, I thirst for more,
Not a moment’s gold to squander.

To vault upon the wind’s invisible spine,
And know that time itself is held in breathless pause,
To paint the instant—liquid and unbound—
And chase after clouds like white deer through the sky,
To conjure song, to drink the feast of laughter,
To lose myself in streets, longing still—
To vault upon the wind’s invisible spine,
And know that time itself is held in breathless pause,
And know that time itself is held in breathless pause,
To conjure song, to drink the feast of laughter,
To lose myself in streets, longing still—
To vault upon the wind’s invisible spine,
And know that time itself is held in breathless pause.