Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Volver, artist - Jerry Rivera. Album song Caribe Gardel, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Del Angel
Song language: Spanish
Volver(original) |
Yo adivino el parpadeo |
De las luces que a lo lejos |
Van marcando mi retorno |
Son las mismas que alumbraron |
Con sus palidos reflejos |
Hondas horas de dolor |
Yo aunque no quise el regreso |
Siempre se vuelve al primer amor |
La vieja calle donde el eco dijo |
Tuya es su vida tuyo es su querer |
Bajo el burlon mirar de las estrellas |
Que con indiferencia hoy me ven volver |
Volver con la frente marchita |
Las nieves del tiempo platearon mi sien |
Sentir que es un soplo la vida |
Que veinte anos no es nada |
Que febril la mirada errante en las sombras |
Te busca y te nombra |
Vivir con el alma aferrada |
A un dulce recuerdo |
Que lloro otra vez |
Tengo miedo del encuentro |
Con el pasado que vuelve |
A enfrentarse con mi vida |
Tengo miedo de las noches |
Que pobladas de recuerdos |
Encadenan mi sonar |
Pero el viajero que huye |
Tarde o temprano detiene su andar |
Y aunque el olvido que todo destruye |
Haya matado mi vieja ilusion |
Guardo escondida una esperanza humilde |
Que es toda la fortuna de mi corazon |
Volver con la frente marchita |
Las nieves del tiempo platearon mi sien |
Sentir que es un soplo la vida |
Que veinte anos no es nada |
Que febril la mirada errante en las sombras |
Te busca y te nombra |
Vivir con el alma aferrada |
A un dulce recuerdo |
Que lloro otra vez |
(translation) |
I guess the blink |
Of the lights that far away |
They are marking my return |
They are the same ones that lit up |
With its pale reflections |
deep hours of pain |
Although I did not want the return |
He always turns to first love |
The old street where the echo said |
Yours is his life, yours is his love |
Under the mocking gaze of the stars |
That with indifference today they see me return |
Come back with a withered forehead |
The snows of time silvered my temple |
Feeling life is a blow |
That twenty years is nothing |
How feverish the wandering gaze in the shadows |
She looks for you and names you |
Live with the soul clinging |
to a sweet memory |
i cry again |
I'm afraid of meeting |
With the past that returns |
to face my life |
I'm afraid of the nights |
that populated with memories |
They chain my sonar |
But the traveler who flees |
Sooner or later he stops walking |
And although the oblivion that destroys everything |
I have killed my old illusion |
I keep hidden a humble hope |
That is all the fortune of my heart |
Come back with a withered forehead |
The snows of time silvered my temple |
Feeling life is a blow |
That twenty years is nothing |
How feverish the wandering gaze in the shadows |
He looks for you and names you |
Live with the soul clinging |
to a sweet memory |
i cry again |