Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Más Allá (Beyond) , by - Pat Metheny. Song from the album First Circle, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 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… |