Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diario, artist - Nacha Guevara. Album song Para cuando me vaya, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 27.10.2014
Record label: Hispavox
Song language: Spanish
Diario(original) |
Te preguntas qué ha sido de mí |
En los últimos meses, desde que me fui |
Con las aves más viejas emigran al sol |
Si mi canto se ha muerto entre sueños de amor |
Y confundes la falta de fe |
Con la pena y el llanto |
Que marcan mi sien |
Y entre tantas preguntas |
Llegas a pensar |
Que he olvidado tu beso |
Y tu forma de estar |
Que de nada ha servido |
Perder la belleza de tanto mimar |
Vivo con mis sueños al pairo |
Así, como siempre, sigo siendo lo mismo |
Que en aquel entonces |
Una oveja perdida, un poco más vieja |
Yo no sé, tal vez más inocente |
Abandoné mi cuerpo a la llovizna |
Y he sentido la falta de tu beso |
Pero me dio la lluvia una riqueza |
Que tu aliento y tu beso no me dieron |
He visto que la flor se muere sola |
Porque siempre le falta un compañero |
Cuando la soledad me acariciaba |
Aprendí el refranero de memoria |
Alimentando el verbo y la sonrisa |
De una brisa nocturna y aleatoria |
Y, tras almacenar rayos de luna |
Comprendí que la dicha no era eterna |
Pero la tierra, siempre blanda y buena |
Acunó mi canción |
Y me dio fuerzas |
He tenido en mis manos las palabras |
Que, te confesaré, sirven de poco |
Los besos se reparten como el agua |
Y la sed sigue siendo para todos |
Como ves, solamente he vivido |
Del alba al ocaso |
Como un labrador |
Hoy cuento con mis brazos |
Sin miedo, sin prisa |
Creo que, eso sí |
Que ha cambiado mi risa |
Tengo un credo |
Para resistir la nostalgia y el tiempo |
Creo en el amor |
Ahora paso el invierno más cerca del mar |
No me faltan amigos |
Tengo un trozo de pan |
Mi guitarra y un hijo |
En fin, que no me puedo quejar |
Y aunque he sido feliz |
Pienso en ti |
(translation) |
you wonder what has become of me |
In the last few months, since I left |
With the older birds they migrate to the sun |
If my song has died between dreams of love |
And you confuse the lack of faith |
With sorrow and tears |
that mark my temple |
And among so many questions |
you come to think |
that I have forgotten your kiss |
and your way of being |
that has been of no use |
Losing the beauty of so much pampering |
I live with my dreams al pairo |
So, as always, I'm still the same |
that back then |
A lost sheep, a little older |
I don't know, maybe more innocent |
I abandoned my body to the drizzle |
And I have felt the lack of your kiss |
But the rain gave me a wealth |
That your breath and your kiss did not give me |
I have seen that the flower dies alone |
Because he always lacks a partner |
When loneliness caressed me |
I learned the proverb by heart |
Feeding the verb and the smile |
Of a random night breeze |
And, after storing moonbeams |
I understood that happiness was not eternal |
But the earth, always soft and good |
cradled my song |
and gave me strength |
I have held in my hands the words |
That, I will confess, they are of little use |
Kisses are shared like water |
And the thirst remains for everyone |
As you can see, I have only lived |
From dawn to dusk |
like a farmer |
Today I count on my arms |
No fear, no rush |
I think so yeah |
What has changed my laugh |
I have a creed |
To resist nostalgia and time |
I believe in love |
Now I spend the winter closer to the sea |
I don't lack friends |
I have a piece of bread |
My guitar and a son |
Anyway, I can't complain |
And although I have been happy |
I think of you |