Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cantares, artist - Joan Manuel Serrat. Date of issue: 05.11.2012
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 way |
| 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 |