Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memoria da noite, artist - Luar Na Lubre. Album song Torre de Breoghán, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 01.12.2014
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Memoria da noite(original) |
Madrugada, o porto adormeceu, amor, |
a lúa abanea sobre as ondas |
piso espellos antes de que saia o sol |
na noite gardei a túa memoria. |
Perderei outra vez a vida |
cando rompa a luz nos cons, |
perderei o día que aprendín a bicar |
palabras dos teus ollos sobre o mar, |
perderei o día que aprendín a bicar |
palabras dos teus ollos sobre o mar. |
Veu o loito antes de vir o rumor, |
levouno a marea baixo a sombra. |
Barcos negros sulcan a mañá sen voz, |
as redes baleiras, sen gaivotas. |
E dirán, contarán mentiras |
para ofrecerllas ao Patrón: |
quererán pechar cunhas moedas, quizais, |
os teus ollos abertos sobre o mar, |
quererán pechar cunhas moedas, quizais, |
os teus ollos abertos sobre o mar. |
Madrugada, o porto despertou, amor, |
o reloxo do bar quedou varado |
na costeira muda da desolación. |
Non imos esquecer, nin perdoalo. |
Volverei, volverei á vida |
cando rompa a luz nos cons |
porque nós arrancamos todo o orgullo do mar, |
non nos afundiremos nunca máis |
que na túa memoria xa non hai volta atrás: |
non nos humillaredes NUNCA MÁIS. |
(translation) |
Early morning, or porto dormeceu, love, |
a lúa abanea on asondas |
espellos floor before sunrise |
na gardei night to your memory. |
I will lose life again |
when it breaks light cons us, |
I will lose the day I learned to bicar |
words two your pots on the sea, |
I will lose the day I learned to bicar |
words two teus ollos on the sea. |
I see or loito before vir or rumor, |
levouno at low tide or in the shade. |
Black ships sulcan to mañá without voice, |
as baleiras nets, sen gaivotas. |
They will tell, they will tell lies |
to offer them to the Patron: |
they will want to spend a lot of money, maybe, |
you open pots on the sea, |
they will want to spend a lot of money, maybe, |
os teus open pots on the sea. |
Early morning, or I woke up, love, |
o clock do bar was stranded |
na silent costeira gives desolation. |
We are not going to forget, nor forgive him. |
I will return, I will return to life |
when it breaks light we cons |
because we ripped off all the pride of the sea, |
we will never be confused again |
that in your memory there is no turning back: |
don't humiliate us EVER AGAIN. |