Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ecos do alén, artist - Luar Na Lubre. Album song Sons da lubre nas noites de Luar, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 05.11.2012
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Ecos do alén(original) |
Hai un rumor que move o vento no ar Que encolle a ialma cando o sintes |
Hai un rumor que sabe a terra e a sal |
Que aínda ten voz na que habitar |
E algún rapaz teimando por preguntar |
Descubrirá que hai mil historias |
Nos ollos calmos de quen soubo gardar |
Ecos do alén |
Na súa voz |
Está por destecer |
En cada frase un cantar |
Do que xa foi, do que ha de ser |
Na súa voz |
Quedou sen esquecer |
Do tempo un maino alalá |
Na súa voz |
Non hai silencios si te vexo tentar |
Coller na man o mundo enteiro |
E así comenzan no teu berce a nevar |
As verbas que deixa un ronsel |
Antigas lendas da montaña e do mar |
E contos nados na lareira |
Van debuxando frente a ti, devagar |
Ecos do alén |
Na túa voz |
A luz ha se prender |
Mostrando as sombras que fan |
Saber que hai máis do que outros ven |
Na túa voz |
Vieiros ancestrais |
Terán alento, meu ben |
Na túa voz |
(translation) |
There is a rumor that move or wind will not entangle soul when or synth |
There is a rumor that tastes like land and salt |
That you still have a voice to inhabit |
And some raptor afraid to ask |
He will discover that there are a thousand stories |
We calm pots of quen soubo gardar |
Echoes of Alén |
in your voice |
is about to fade |
In each phrase a song |
Do what xa foi, do what has to be |
in your voice |
I was left unaware |
Do tempo un maino alala |
in your voice |
There are no silences if I tempt you |
Necklace na man o whole world |
And so they begin not to berce to snow |
As verbs that leave a ronsel |
Ancient legends of the mountains and the sea |
E nados na lareira |
They go debuxing in front of you, wander |
Echoes of Alén |
in your voice |
A light has been turned on |
Showing as shades that fan |
Know that there is more than others see |
in your voice |
ancient scallops |
They will have breath, meu ben |
in your voice |