Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vuela, artist - Jarabe De Palo. Album song La Flaca, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 29.09.1996
Record label: Parlophone Spain
Song language: Spanish
Vuela(original) |
| Mucho tiempo llevo sin oir las olas romper en las rocas, |
| y eso que que estoy rodeado y aqu&i´todos gritan, pero nadie |
| escucha. |
| Mucho tiempo llevo sin hablar un minuto con ellas, |
| y eso que estoy rodeado por mil y un sonidos que acechan |
| mi pensamiento. |
| (estribillo 1) |
| Por eso ahora querr&i´a ser un p&a´jaro; |
| salir volando, subir muy alto; |
| con la mirada siempre fija «p´alante» |
| sin importarme lo que haya debajo. |
| (estribillo 2) |
| Para un momento, si&e´ntate un rato y sin prisas |
| hablemos. |
| T&o´mate un trago, quiz&a´s haya algo que sepas y |
| no sepa yo |
| Hoy te invito, si&e´ntate y cu&e´ntame qu&e´es para |
| ti el amor, |
| con tus ojos, con tus manos cu&e´ntame un sueño |
| en el que salga yo. |
| Qu&e´sentido tiene contar cosas que casi nadie entiende, |
| pero he abierto los ojos y he visto que es mejor ser lobo |
| solitario. |
| Qu&e´sentido tiene vivir tan solo aunque tu est&e´s aqu&i´, |
| ya no merece la pena pasear a tu lado, mirarte y no ver |
| nada. |
| Por eso mueve,…mueve el culo y m&a´rchate. |
| Por eso vuela… deja todo y l&a´rgate… muy lejos. |
| (translation) |
| I haven't heard the waves break on the rocks for a long time, |
| and that I am surrounded and here everyone shouts, but nobody |
| listens. |
| I haven't talked to them for a minute in a long time, |
| and that I am surrounded by a thousand and one sounds that lurk |
| my thought. |
| (chorus 1) |
| That is why now I would like to be a bird; |
| fly away, climb very high; |
| with the gaze always fixed «p´alante» |
| no matter what's underneath. |
| (chorus 2) |
| For a moment, sit down for a while and without hurry |
| let's talk. |
| Have a drink, maybe there's something you know and |
| I don't know |
| Today I invite you, sit down and tell me what it is for |
| you love, |
| with your eyes, with your hands tell me a dream |
| in which I go out. |
| What's the point of telling things that hardly anyone understands, |
| but I have opened my eyes and I have seen that it is better to be a wolf |
| alone. |
| What's the point of living alone even though you're here, |
| it is no longer worth walking by your side, looking at you and not seeing |
| any. |
| That's why move… move your ass and get out. |
| That's why fly... leave everything and go away... far away. |