Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cantares, artist - David DeMaria. Album song En concierto CD+DVD, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 11.12.2005
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Cantares(original) |
Todo pasa y todo queda |
Pero lo nuestro es pasar, |
Pasar haciendo caminos, |
Caminos sobre la mar. |
Nunca persegui la gloria |
Ni dejar en la memoria |
De los hombres mi cancion; |
Yo amo los mundos sutiles, |
Ingravidos y gentiles |
Como pompas de jabon. |
Me gusta verlos pintarse |
Se sol y grana, volar |
Bajo el cielo azul, temblar |
Subitamente y quebrarse… |
Nunca persegui la gloria. |
Caminante son tus huellas |
El camino y nada mas; |
Caminante, no hay camino |
Se hace camino al andar. |
Al andar se hace camino |
Y al volver la vista atras |
Se ve la senda que nunca |
Se ha de volver a pisar. |
Caminante no hay camino |
Sino estelas en la mar… |
Hace algun tiempo en ese lugar |
Donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos |
Se oyo la voz de un poeta gritar |
«Caminante no hay camino, |
Se hace camino al andar…» |
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso… |
Murio el poeta lejos del hogar. |
Le cubre el polvo de un pais vecino. |
Al alejarse, le vieron llorar. |
«Caminante, no hay camino, |
Se hace camino al andar» |
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso… |
Cuando el jilguero no puede cantar |
Cuando el poeta es un peregrino, |
Cuando de nada nos sirve rezar. |
«Caminante, no hay camino, |
Se hace camino al andar…» |
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso |
(translation) |
Everything happens and everything is |
But ours is to pass, |
spend making paths, |
Roads over the sea. |
I never chased glory |
Nor leave in memory |
Of men my song; |
I love the subtle worlds, |
Weightless and gentle |
Like soap foam. |
I like to see them paint themselves |
Be sun and scarlet, fly |
Under the blue sky, tremble |
Suddenly and break… |
I never chased glory. |
walker are your footprints |
The road and nothing else; |
Walker, there is no way |
The path is made by walking. |
When walking, the path is made |
And when looking back |
You see the path that never |
It has to be stepped on again. |
walker there is no path |
But wakes in the sea… |
some time ago in that place |
Where today the forests are dressed in thorns |
The voice of a poet was heard shouting |
"Walker there is no way, |
The path is made by walking…” |
Blow by blow, verse by verse… |
He died the poet away from home. |
He covers the dust of a neighboring country. |
As he walked away, they saw him cry. |
"Walker, there is no path, |
The path is made by walking» |
Blow by blow, verse by verse… |
When the finch can not sing |
When the poet is a pilgrim, |
When it is useless to pray. |
"Walker, there is no path, |
The path is made by walking…” |
Blow by blow, verse by verse |