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Date of issue: 02.02.2017
Record label: CoDiscos
Song language: Spanish
Todo Hombre Es una Historia(original) |
Dijeron que volvería, |
tan pronto se le irían |
las ganas de volar. |
Era un chico de mi barrio, |
que tildaban de ordinario, |
al no ser como los demás. |
Y con su pelo en hombros, |
se le escapó… |
un día a toda esa opresión. |
Nunca nadie se sentaba |
a escuchar lo que pensaba; |
a nadie le importó. |
Era amante de la vida, |
de la música que un día |
sus sueños despertó. |
Y con su pelo en hombros, |
se le escapó… |
un día a toda esa opresión. |
Mil historias se contaron |
de aquel hombre que marchó |
ignorando el quédirán, |
no importando la razón. |
Mil historias se contaron |
de aquel hombre que marchó |
ignorando el quédirán, |
no importando la razón. |
Pasóel tiempo y me di cuenta |
que eran palabras necias, |
porque él nunca se mintió. |
Pasóel tiempo, ha regresado; |
trae ojos ya cansados, |
mas sus sueños realizó. |
Y con su pelo en hombros, |
se le escapó… |
un día a toda esa opresión. |
Mil historias se contaron |
de aquel hombre que marchó |
ignorando el quédirán, |
no importando la razón. |
Mil historias se contaron |
de aquel hombre que marchó |
ignorando el quédirán, |
no importando la razón. |
(translation) |
They said I'd be back |
as soon as they would leave |
the desire to fly |
He was a boy from my neighborhood, |
that they branded as ordinary, |
not being like the others. |
And with her hair on her shoulders, |
he ran away... |
one day to all that oppression. |
no one ever sat |
to hear what he thought; |
nobody cared. |
He was a lover of life, |
of the music that one day |
the dreams of him awoke. |
And with her hair on her shoulders, |
he ran away... |
one day to all that oppression. |
A thousand stories were told |
of that man who left |
ignoring what they will say, |
no matter the reason. |
A thousand stories were told |
of that man who left |
ignoring what they will say, |
no matter the reason. |
Time passed and I realized |
that were foolish words, |
because he never lied to himself. |
Time passed, he has returned; |
he brings tired eyes, |
but his dreams came true. |
And with her hair on her shoulders, |
he ran away... |
one day to all that oppression. |
A thousand stories were told |
of that man who left |
ignoring what they will say, |
no matter the reason. |
A thousand stories were told |
of that man who left |
ignoring what they will say, |
no matter the reason. |
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Sunday Best | 2018 |
Heat | 2018 |
Pharaoh | 2018 |
Nomad | 2018 |
Vestido de Cristal | 2017 |
Camino a la Montaña Negra | 2017 |
Palabras Que Sangran | 2017 |
Soy Real | 2017 |
No Me Hables de Amor | 2017 |
Los Misterios No Hablan | 2017 |
Al Caer las Murallas | 2017 |
Escudo y Espada | 2017 |
Aves Negras | 2017 |
Muere Libre | 2017 |
Silencioso Amor | 2017 |
Después del Final | 2017 |
Amnesia | 2017 |
Sin Miedo al Dolor | 2017 |
Frágil al Viento | 2017 |
Fugitivo | 2017 |