Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quien Me Tienda La Mano Al Pasar, artist - Pablo Milanés.
Date of issue: 18.05.1982
Song language: Spanish
Quien Me Tienda La Mano Al Pasar(original) |
Recuerdo el día exacto en que te conocí |
Iba pegado al cielo y apenas te sentí |
Me descubriste todo de una vez |
Y hacia tu mano abierta me lancé |
En toda una persona hube de cambiar |
Gente respetable para acometer |
Todo un horario fijo para andar |
Un diario y la mesa lista, a envejecer |
Era el perfecto aburrido fragor |
De una búsqueda al centro del sol |
Quemando mi muerte |
Después con los hechos cotidianos fue |
Que nos proyectamos para hacernos tres |
En la esperanza del que iba a nacer |
Mis frustraciones todas las volqué |
Mientras que los hechos hubo que forzar |
Todo este triste mundo tendió a fracasar |
Lo único estable es la felicidad |
Que no se compra ni se da en caridad |
Era el perfecto aburrido fragor |
De una búsqueda al centro del sol |
Quemando mi muerte |
Era la alegría de un pájaro gris |
Con su canto pidiendo morir porque estaba preso |
Ahora junto al cielo me voy a quedar |
Quién me tienda la mano al pasar |
Comparte mi suerte… |
(translation) |
I remember the exact day I met you |
I was glued to the sky and I barely felt you |
you discovered me all at once |
And towards your open hand I threw myself |
In a whole person I had to change |
Respectable people to rush |
A whole fixed schedule to walk |
A diary and the table ready, to grow old |
It was the perfect boring din |
From a search to the center of the sun |
burning my death |
Later with the daily events it was |
That we project ourselves to make ourselves three |
In the hope of the one who was going to be born |
I dumped all my frustrations |
While the facts had to be forced |
All this sad world tended to fail |
The only stable thing is happiness |
Not bought or given in charity |
It was the perfect boring din |
From a search to the center of the sun |
burning my death |
It was the joy of a gray bird |
With his song of him asking to die because he was in prison |
Now next to the sky I'm going to stay |
Who holds out my hand when passing by |
Share my luck... |