Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cuatro Estrellas, artist - Raphael. Album song Mi Gran Noche, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 15.12.2013
Record label: The Boy On Stage, Universal Music Spain S.L.U
Song language: Spanish
Cuatro Estrellas(original) |
Siempre fui yo mismo, |
En el vuelo de mi vida, |
Quien trazó mi ruta, |
Mi sendero, mi camino. |
Trabajé mi suerte |
Con delirio día a día, |
Tropeé mil veces |
Y aprendí a volar. |
Imité el esfuerzo, |
La constancia de las olas |
Que desgastan a las rocas |
Siendo agua nada más. |
Preferí la gloria |
A una vida sin sentido, |
Aunque no es de rosas |
El camino hasta llegar… |
Pero eso a nadie importa; |
Se asomaron a mi cuna |
Por si acaso había basura |
Propia y fácil de airear… * |
Y encontraron tras mi puerta |
Los amores que me arropan: |
Cuatro estrellas, |
Mis recuerdos, |
Mis canciones, |
Donde grito toda, toda mi verdad. |
…Trabajé mi suerte |
Con delirio día a día, |
Tropeé mil veces |
Y aprendí a volar. |
Imité el esfuerzo, |
La constancia de las olas |
Que desgastan a las rocas |
Siendo agua nada más. |
Preferí la gloria |
A una vida sin sentido, |
Aunque no es de rosas |
El camino hasta llegar… |
Pero eso a nadie importa; |
Se asomaron a mi cuna |
Por si acaso había basura |
Propia y fácil de airear… |
Y encontraron tras mi puerta |
Los amores que me arropan: |
Cuatro estrellas, |
Mis recuerdos, |
Mis canciones, |
Donde grito mi verdad. |
Pero eso a nadie importa; |
Se asomaron a mi cuna |
Por si acaso había basura |
Propia y fácil de airear… |
Y encontraron tras mi puerta |
Los amores que me arropan: |
Cuatro estrellas, |
Mis recuerdos, |
Mis canciones, |
Donde grito toda, toda mi verdad. |
(translation) |
I was always myself |
In the flight of my life, |
who traced my route, |
My path, my path. |
I worked my luck |
With delirium day by day, |
I tripped a thousand times |
And I learned to fly. |
I imitated the effort, |
The constancy of the waves |
that wear down the rocks |
Being water nothing more. |
I preferred the glory |
To a meaningless life, |
Although it is not roses |
The way to get there... |
But that doesn't matter to anyone; |
They peeked into my crib |
Just in case there was garbage |
Own and easy to aerate… * |
And found behind my door |
The loves that surround me: |
Four stars, |
My memories, |
My songs, |
Where I scream all, all my truth. |
…I worked my luck |
With delirium day by day, |
I tripped a thousand times |
And I learned to fly. |
I imitated the effort, |
The constancy of the waves |
that wear down the rocks |
Being water nothing more. |
I preferred the glory |
To a meaningless life, |
Although it is not roses |
The way to get there... |
But that doesn't matter to anyone; |
They peeked into my crib |
Just in case there was garbage |
Own and easy to aerate… |
And found behind my door |
The loves that surround me: |
Four stars, |
My memories, |
My songs, |
Where I scream my truth. |
But that doesn't matter to anyone; |
They peeked into my crib |
Just in case there was garbage |
Own and easy to aerate… |
And found behind my door |
The loves that surround me: |
Four stars, |
My memories, |
My songs, |
Where I scream all, all my truth. |