Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Más Allá (Beyond), artist - Pat Metheny. Album song First Circle, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 30.09.1984
Record label: ECM
Song language: Spanish
Más Allá (Beyond)(original) |
Es como nubes sin cielo |
Remonta el vuelo |
la tarde |
No hay sombras, no es real, |
el tiempo se esfumo |
No hay cantos que escuchar… |
Quema el sol su luz, |
es un pueblo de fantasmas |
Tanta siesta ahogara, borrara de mis recuerdos |
la manana mas alla |
Es el azul mas profundo |
Siguio mis pasos |
la luna |
Que calles me veran |
andar mi soledad? |
No se si se llegar |
pero se partir |
El dolor no vela el rumbo |
Como hablarte sin hablar? |
Como hacer que el mar entero quede en calma |
desde el mar? |
Viento de un verano eterno |
enredando el hilo blanco |
Ciego resplandor de enero |
tejiendo de nuevo el manto |
Vengo a ser la sal, las piedras, |
a nacer de oleaje y algas |
Vengo a amanecer! |
A despertar el dia |
lento |
len… |
English: |
It’s like clouds with |
out sky |
Starts its flight |
the afternoon |
There are no shadows, it isn’t real |
time has vanished |
There |
are no songs to be heard… |
The sun burns up to its light |
It’s a town of ghosts |
So much of this a fternoon will drown, |
will erase from my memories the morning |
Beyond |
It’s the deepest blue, |
Followed |
my steps |
the moon |
What streets will see me walk away my loneliness |
I don’t know if I know how to arrive |
but I know how to leave, |
pain doesn’t veil the direction |
How to talk to you without speaking, |
How to make the entire sea stay calm |
from the sea? |
Wind of an eternal summer |
tangling the white thread |
Blind-glow of January |
knitting back the shroud |
I come to be the salt, the stones, |
to be born of waves and algae |
I come to sun-rise! |
to wake up the day |
Slowly, |
slow… |
(translation) |
It's like clouds without a sky |
soar the flight |
the afternoon |
There are no shadows, it's not real, |
time is gone |
There are no songs to listen to... |
The sun burns its light, |
it is a town of ghosts |
So much nap will drown, erase from my memories |
the morning beyond |
It's the deepest blue |
follow my footsteps |
Moon |
which streets will see me |
walk my loneliness? |
I don't know if I know how to get there |
but I know how to leave |
Pain does not veil the course |
How to talk to you without talking? |
How to make the whole sea calm |
from the sea? |
Wind of an eternal summer |
tangling the white thread |
blind glare of january |
reweaving the cloak |
I come to be the salt, the stones, |
to be born from waves and algae |
I come to dawn! |
to wake up the day |
slow |
len… |
Spanish: |
It's like clouds with |
out sky |
Starts its flight |
the afternoon |
There are no shadows, it isn't real |
time has vanished |
there |
are no songs to be heard… |
The sun burns up to its light |
It's a town of ghosts |
So much of this after noon will drown, |
will erase from my memories the morning |
Beyond |
It's the deepest blue, |
Followed |
my steps |
the moon |
What streets will see me walk away my loneliness |
I don't know if I know how to arrive |
but I know how to leave, |
pain doesn't veil the direction |
How to talk to you without speaking, |
How to make the entire sea stay calm |
from the sea? |
Wind of an eternal summer |
tangling the white thread |
Blind-glow of January |
knitting back the shroud |
I come to be the salt, the stones, |
to be born of waves and algae |
I eat to sun-rise! |
to wake up the day |
slowly, |
slow… |