Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Témpano, artist - Jairo. Date of issue: 19.10.2017
Song language: Spanish
El Témpano(original) |
| A veces cuando pienso que todo esta perdido |
| voy hacia algunas formas de la muerte |
| me pego un tiro con una palabra |
| que alguna vez me fue tan transparente. |
| En la ternura del agua que corre |
| me recuerdan la llegada de unos trenes |
| sales de los mares curvas de los puertos |
| con mujeres descalzas en el verde |
| Voy hacia el fuego como la mariposa |
| y no hay rima que rime con vivir |
| no te pares no te mates |
| solo es una forma mas de demorarte. |
| En las tardes tranquilas |
| cuando extraño todo |
| pienso que todo no es lo que perdi |
| una rosa de feria |
| y aun a costa de perder |
| se pierde pero se gana |
| la lucha es de igual a igual |
| contra uno mismo |
| y eso es ganarla |
| no te pares, no te mates |
| solo es una forma de mas de demorarse. |
| Recuerdo la quietud de la tierra |
| la quietud de estar adentro |
| se cree mas en los milagros |
| a la hora del entierro |
| Este hombre trabajo |
| quien escribira su historia |
| la cal reseca la viuda que sueña |
| los amigos que siguen igual |
| La gloria en zapatillas |
| el florero vacio |
| quien sabe si se puso a pensar |
| para que vivo |
| (translation) |
| Sometimes when I think all is lost |
| I'm going towards some forms of death |
| I shoot myself with a word |
| that was once so transparent to me. |
| In the tenderness of the running water |
| they remind me of the arrival of some trains |
| salts of the seas curves of the ports |
| with barefoot women in the green |
| I go towards the fire like the butterfly |
| and there is no rhyme that rhymes with live |
| don't stop don't kill yourself |
| It's just one more way to delay you. |
| On quiet afternoons |
| when i miss everything |
| I think that everything is not what I lost |
| a fairground rose |
| and even at the cost of losing |
| you lose but you win |
| the fight is equal to equal |
| against oneself |
| and that is to win it |
| don't stop, don't kill yourself |
| It's just one more way to delay. |
| I remember the stillness of the earth |
| the stillness of being inside |
| they believe more in miracles |
| at the time of the burial |
| This man worked |
| who will write his story |
| the lime parches the widow who dreams |
| friends who are still the same |
| Glory in slippers |
| the empty vase |
| who knows if she started to think |
| what do i live for |