Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Acuarela, artist - Seguridad Social.
Date of issue: 24.08.2009
Song language: Spanish
Acuarela(original) |
En los mapas del cielo, |
el sol siempre es amarillo; |
y la lluvia y las nubes, |
no pueden velar tanto brillo. |
Ni los árboles nunca, |
podrán ocultar el camino; |
de su luz hacia el bosque perdido, |
de nuestro destino. |
Esa hierba tan verde, |
se ve como un manto lejano; |
que no puede escapar, |
que se puede alcanzar con sólo volar. |
Siete mares he surcado, |
siete mares color azul; |
yo soy nave, voy navegando, |
y mi vela eres tú. |
Bajo el agua |
veo peces de colores, |
van donde quieren, |
no los mandas tú. |
Por el cielo va cruzando, |
por el cielo color azul. |
Un avión que vuela alto, |
diez mil metros de altitud. |
Desde tierra saludan con la mano; |
se va alejando, |
no sé donde va; |
no sé donde va. |
Sobre un tramo de vía, |
cruzando un paisaje de ensueño; |
en un tren que me lleva de nuevo, |
a ser muy pequeño. |
De una américa a otra, |
tan sólo es cuestión de un segundo; |
basta con desearlo, |
y podrás recorrer todo el mundo. |
Un muchacho que trepa, |
que trepa a lo alto de un muro; |
si se siente seguro, |
verá su futuro con claridad. |
Y el futuro es un nave, |
que por el tiempo volará; |
a Saturno, después de Marte, |
nadie sabe donde llegará. |
Si le ves venir, si te trae amores, |
no te los roben sin apurar; |
aprovecha los mejores, |
que después no volverán. |
La esperanza jamás se pierde, |
los malos tiempos pasarán. |
Piensa que el futuro es una acuarela, |
y tu vida un lienzo que colorear. |
(que colorear.) |
En los mapas del cielo, |
el sol siempre es amarillo; |
tú lo pintarás. |
Y la lluvia y las nubes, |
no pueden velar tanto brillo; |
tú lo pintarás, |
Basta con desearlo y podrás, |
recorrer todo el mundo; |
tú lo pintarás. |
Tú lo pintarás. |
(translation) |
On the sky charts |
the sun is always yellow; |
and the rain and the clouds, |
they cannot veil so much brilliance. |
Nor the trees ever, |
they will be able to hide the way; |
of its light towards the lost forest, |
of our destiny. |
That grass so green, |
it looks like a distant cloak; |
that can't escape, |
that can be reached just by flying. |
I have sailed seven seas, |
seven blue seas; |
I am a ship, I am sailing, |
and my candle is you. |
Underwater |
I see goldfish |
they go where they want, |
you don't send them. |
Through the sky it goes crossing, |
through the blue sky. |
A plane that flies high |
ten thousand meters of altitude. |
From land they wave; |
it goes away, |
I don't know where it goes; |
I don't know where it goes. |
On a section of track, |
crossing a dream landscape; |
on a train that takes me back, |
to be very small. |
From one America to another, |
it is only a matter of a second; |
just wish it, |
and you can travel all over the world. |
a boy who climbs, |
that he climbs to the top of a wall; |
If he feels safe |
he will see his future from him clearly. |
And the future is a ship, |
that through time will fly; |
to Saturn, after Mars, |
nobody knows where it will arrive. |
If you see him coming, if he brings you love, |
do not steal them without hurrying; |
take advantage of the best |
that later they will not return. |
Hope is never lost |
the bad times will pass. |
Think that the future is a watercolor, |
and your life a canvas to color. |
(what to color.) |
On the sky charts |
the sun is always yellow; |
you will paint it |
And the rain and the clouds, |
they cannot veil so much brilliance; |
you will paint it, |
It is enough to wish it and you will be able, |
go around the world; |
you will paint it |
You will paint it. |