Translation of the song lyrics Luces Errantes - Ismael Serrano

Luces Errantes (original)

Un muchacho vuela una cometa
Sobre una ciudad acorralada
Sobre el muro su figura juega
A pintar cien mil palomas blancas
Agarra el cordel con esa fuerza
De quien ha perdido casi todo
No deja escapar a su cometa
Desde lo alto se verá
Su casa, el olivar
Su ayer y su ojala
Un hombre vigila la cometa
Levantando su mirada al cielo
El futuro es sólo una promesa
Y el hogar tan sólo es un recuerdo
Lejos de su casa un hombre espera
Manos que le salven del silencio
Flores de papel el aire lleva
Y bajo los escombros
Tirita aquella estrella
Que marca su retorno
Luces errantes
En tierra extraña
Sombras del pasado
Memoria incómoda y frágil
Nuestro legado
Mírame: existo
Sueño y respiro
Aunque algo cansado
Llevaré hasta tu casa
Ramas de olivo en mis manos
Futuro aplazado
Duro camino del refugiado
Luces errantes
En tierra extraña
Sombras del pasado
Aves de papel hoy sobrevuelan
La playa que fue sangre y espina
La brisa empuja a mil cometas
Como quien sopla sobre una herida
Agarra el cordel con esa fuerza
De quien ha perdido casi todo
No deja escapar a su cometa
Desde lo alto se verá
Su casa, el olivar
Su ayer y su ojala
Nada saben de olvido y fronteras
El viento que enreda tu cabello
Y entre nubes mece a las cometas
Que pintan de colores el cielo
Como un ave que siempre regresa
Al lugar en que nacen los sueños
Vuela en lo alto mi dulce cometa
Y se abrirán mañana
El corazón, la senda
Que lleva hasta tu casa
Luces errantes
En tierra extraña
Sombras del pasado
Memoria incómoda y frágil
Nuestro legado
Mírame: existo
Sueño y respiro
Aunque algo cansado
Llevaré hasta tu casa
Ramas de olivo en mis manos
Futuro aplazado
Duro camino del refugiado
Memoria incómoda y frágil
Camino a tu lado
Llevaré hasta tu casa
Ramas de olivo en mis manos
Futuro aplazado
Duro camino del refugiado
Luces errantes
En tierra extraña
Sombras del pasado

Luces Errantes (translation)

A boy flies a kite
About a cornered city
On the wall his figure of him plays
To paint a hundred thousand white doves
He grabs the string with that force
From whom he has lost almost everything
He doesn't let his kite escape
From above it will be seen
His house of him, the olive grove
Your yesterday and your hopefully
A man watches the kite
Looking up from him to the sky
The future is just a promise
And home is just a memory
Far from his home a man waits for him
Hands that save you from silence
paper flowers the air carries
And under the rubble
Shake that star
that marks his return
wandering lights
in a strange land
Shadows from the past
Uncomfortable and fragile memory
our legacy
Look at me: I exist
sleep and breath
although somewhat tired
I will take to your house
olive branches in my hands
deferred future
refugee's hard road
wandering lights
in a strange land
Shadows from the past
Paper birds fly over today
The beach that was blood and thorn
The breeze pushes a thousand kites
Like someone who blows on a wound
Grab the string with that force
Of who has lost almost everything
He doesn't let his kite escape
From above it will be seen
His house of him, the olive grove
Your yesterday and your hopefully
They know nothing about oblivion and borders
The wind that tangles your hair
And between clouds rocks the kites
That paint the sky with colors
Like a bird that always comes back
To the place where dreams are born
Fly high my sweet kite
And they will open tomorrow
The heart, the path
What leads to your house
wandering lights
in a strange land
Shadows from the past
Uncomfortable and fragile memory
our legacy
Look at me: I exist
sleep and breath
although somewhat tired
I will take to your house
olive branches in my hands
deferred future
refugee's hard road
Uncomfortable and fragile memory
I walk by your side
I will take to your house
olive branches in my hands
deferred future
refugee's hard road
wandering lights
in a strange land
Shadows from the past