Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hielo Abrasador, artist - Miguel Poveda. Album song Sonetos Y Poemas Para La Libertad, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 16.03.2015
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Hielo Abrasador(original) |
Es hielo abrasador, es fuego helado, |
es herida que duele y no se siente, |
es un soñado bien, un mal presente, |
es un breve descanso muy cansado. |
Es un descuido que nos da cuidado, |
un cobarde con nombre de valiente, |
un andar solitario entre la gente, |
un amar solamente y ser amado. |
Eh, eh, eh. |
Es hielo abrasador, es fuego helado, |
es herida que duele y no se siente, |
es un soñado bien, un mal presente, |
es un breve descanso muy cansado. |
Es un descuido que nos da cuidado, |
un cobarde con nombre de valiente, |
un andar solitario entre la gente, |
un amar solamente y ser amado. |
Es una libertad encarcelada, |
que dura hasta el postrero paroxismo; |
enfermedad que crece si es curada. |
Éste es el niño Amor, éste es su abismo. |
Mirad cuál amistad tendrá con nada, |
el que en todo es contrario de sí mismo. |
Eh, eh, eh. |
Éste es el niño Amor, éste es su abismo. |
Mirad cuál amistad tendrá con nada, |
el que en todo es contrario de sí mismo. |
Eh, eh, eh. |
(translation) |
It's scorching ice, it's icy fire, |
It is a wound that hurts and is not felt, |
It is a good dream, a bad present, |
it is a very tired short break. |
It is an oversight that gives us care, |
a coward with a brave name, |
a solitary walk among the people, |
a love only and be loved. |
Hey, hey, hey. |
It's scorching ice, it's icy fire, |
It is a wound that hurts and is not felt, |
It is a good dream, a bad present, |
it is a very tired short break. |
It is an oversight that gives us care, |
a coward with a brave name, |
a solitary walk among the people, |
a love only and be loved. |
It is an imprisoned freedom, |
that lasts until the last paroxysm; |
disease that grows if it is cured. |
This is the Love child, this is his abyss of him. |
See what friendship he will have with nothing, |
who in everything is contrary to himself. |
Hey, hey, hey. |
This is the Love child, this is his abyss of him. |
See what friendship he will have with nothing, |
who in everything is contrary to himself. |
Hey, hey, hey. |