Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vestida De Nit, artist - Sílvia Pérez Cruz. Album song Vestida De Nit, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 11.05.2017
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Catalan
Vestida De Nit(original) |
| Pinto les notes d’una havanera |
| Blava com l’aigua d’un mar antic |
| Blanca d’escuma, dolça com l’aire |
| Gris de gavines, daurada d’imatges |
| Vestida de nit |
| Miro el paisatge, cerco paraules |
| Que omplin els versos sense neguit |
| Els pins m’abracen, sento com callen |
| El vent s’emporta tot l’horitzó |
| Si pogués fer-me escata |
| I amargar-me a la platja |
| Per sentir sons i tardes del passat |
| D’aquell món d’enyoranças |
| Amor i calma, perfumat de lluna, foc i rom |
| Si pogués enfilar-me a l’onada més alta |
| I guarnir de palmeres el record |
| Escampant amb canyella totes les cales |
| I amb petxines fer-lis un bressol |
| Els vells em parlen plens de tendresa |
| D’hores viscudes amb emoció |
| Joves encara, forts i valents |
| Prínceps de xarxa, herois de tempesta |
| Amics del bon temps |
| Els ulls inventen noves històries |
| Vaixells que tornen d’un lloc de sol |
| Porten tonades enamorades |
| Dones i Pàtria, veles i flors |
| Si pogués fer-me escata |
| I amargar-me a la platja |
| Per sentir sons i tardes del passat |
| D’aquell món d’enyoranças |
| Amor i calma, perfumat de lluna, foc i rom |
| Si pogués enfilar-me a l’onada més alta |
| I guarnir de palmeres el record |
| Escampant amb canyella totes les cales |
| I amb petxines fer-lis un bressol |
| Fer-lis un bressol |
| (translation) |
| I paint the notes of a habanera |
| Blue as the water of an ancient sea |
| Foam white, sweet as air |
| Seagull gray, golden with images |
| Dressed for the night |
| I look at the landscape, I look for words |
| Let them fill the verses without worry |
| The pines hug me, I feel silent |
| The wind blows across the horizon |
| If only I could scale |
| And get bitter on the beach |
| To hear sounds and afternoons of the past |
| From that world of longing |
| Love and calm, scented with moon, fire and rum |
| If only I could climb the highest wave |
| And decorate the memory with palm trees |
| Sprinkle all the coves with cinnamon |
| And with shells make them a cradle |
| The old men speak to me full of tenderness |
| Hours lived with emotion |
| Still young, strong and brave |
| Network princes, storm heroes |
| Friends of the good weather |
| The eyes invent new stories |
| Ships returning from a sunny spot |
| They wear tunes in love |
| Women and Homeland, candles and flowers |
| If only I could scale |
| And get bitter on the beach |
| To hear sounds and afternoons of the past |
| From that world of longing |
| Love and calm, scented with moon, fire and rum |
| If only I could climb the highest wave |
| And decorate the memory with palm trees |
| Sprinkle all the coves with cinnamon |
| And with shells make them a cradle |
| Make them a crib |