Translation of the song lyrics Calma - Pedro Capó

Calma (original)

Cuatro abrazos y un café, apenas me desperté
Y al mirarte recordé que ya todo lo encontré
Tu mano en mi mano, de todo escapamos
Juntos ver el sol caer

Vamos pa' la playa, pa' curarte el alma
Cierra la pantalla, abre la Medalla
Todo el mar caribe, viendo tu cintura
Tú le coqueteas, tú eres buscabulla y me gusta

Lento y contento, cara al viento
Lento y contento, cara al viento

Pa' sentir la arena en los pies
Pa' que el sol nos pinte la piel
Pa' jugar como niños, darnos cariño, como la primera vez
Que te miré, yo supe que estaría a tus pies, desde que se tocaron

Tu mano y mi mano de todo escapamos
Juntos ver el sol caer

Vamos pa' la playa, pa' curarte el alma
Cierra la pantalla, abre la Medalla
Todo el mar caribe, viendo tu cintura
Tú le coqueteas, tú eres buscabulla
Vamos pa' la playa, pa' curarte el alma
Cierra la pantalla, abre la Medalla
Todo el mar caribe, viendo tu cintura
Tú le coqueteas, tú eres buscabulla y me gusta

Lento y contento, cara al viento
Lento y contento, cara al viento

Calma, mi vida, con calma
Que nada hace falta si estamos juntitos andando
Calma, mi vida, con calma
Que nada hace falta si estamos juntitos bailando
Calma, mi vida, con calma
Que nada hace falta si estamos juntitos andando (Juntitos tripeando)
Calma, mi vida, con calma
Que nada hace falta si estamos juntitos bailando

Calma (translation)

Four embraces and a dusk-dark cup, the dawn’s first hush upon my waking cheek,
And when I gazed at you, remembrance swept—a world entire, at last, in you I seek.
Your hand alight in mine, we slip the net of cares,
Together, we behold the sun’s slow dying flare.

Come—to the shore, where your soul’s wounds turn to pearls,
Let shutters close—the Medalla opens, bright and rare.
The Caribbean, a living mirror, undulates beneath your waist’s soft sway,
You tilt the air with laughter’s lure, a siren stirring tides—I crave that play.

Unhurried, glad, we face the wind’s intent,
Unhurried, glad, we face the wind’s intent.

To feel the woven gold of sand beneath our feet,
For sunlight’s brush to sketch its story on our skin, replete.
To play as children—wild, unbroken, gentle as the morning’s mist,
That look: I knew I’d dwell at your feet’s shrine, since palms entwined and fate’s path kissed.

Your hand and mine—together, we break from every chain,
Together, we behold the sun’s slow dying flare again.

Come—to the shore, where your soul’s wounds turn to pearls,
Let shutters close—the Medalla opens, bright and rare.
The Caribbean, a living mirror, undulates beneath your waist’s soft sway,
You tilt the air with laughter’s lure, a siren stirring tides your way.
Come—to the shore, where your soul’s wounds turn to pearls,
Let shutters close—the Medalla opens, bright and rare.
The Caribbean, a living mirror, undulates beneath your waist’s soft sway,
You tilt the air with laughter’s lure, a siren stirring tides—I crave that play.

Unhurried, glad, we face the wind’s intent,
Unhurried, glad, we face the wind’s intent.

Be still, my life—be tranquil in the hush,
We need no more if side by side we wander through the blush.
Be still, my life—be tranquil in the hush,
We need no more if side by side we waltz as shadows rush.
Be still, my life—be tranquil in the hush,
We need no more if side by side we wander, side by side we drift and dream.
Be still, my life—be tranquil in the hush,
We need no more if side by side we waltz within this gleam.