Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sin Familia, artist - Victor Heredia. Date of issue: 09.01.2008
Song language: Spanish
Sin Familia(original) |
| Lo pueden ver dormir |
| Detrás de la estación |
| Sus diez veranos tiemblan |
| Cuando el frío escarcha |
| Amor y compasión |
| Recuerda con amor |
| Un viejo prendedor |
| Con piedras de colores |
| Y el el fondo del recuerdo |
| Una canción |
| Creo que toda su infancia |
| Fue un barco sin sol |
| Que cada momento que sobrevivió |
| Fue aferrado a ese amor maternal… |
| Si le preguntan en dónde nació |
| Dónde sus padres le dieron amor |
| La nostalgia de la humanidad |
| En sus ojos se despertará |
| De niño supe amar |
| El álbum familiar |
| Mi padre sonreía en una playa |
| Con su caña de pescar… |
| Le puedo prestar diez |
| Le puedo prestar cien |
| Pero ninguna foto de las mías |
| Se parece a su niñez |
| Pero ninguna foto de la mías se parece |
| Levemente a su niñez |
| Los veo pidiendo limosna en cualquier parte del mundo |
| Durmiendo en las calles |
| Y las estaciones de trenes |
| Son los niños de una sociedad que se olvida de sí misma |
| Quitándoles la posibilidad de tener una familia y el afecto y apoyo que |
| necesitan |
| Me lastima esa soledad a la que los hemos condenado |
| (translation) |
| They can see him sleep |
| behind the station |
| His ten summers tremble |
| When the cold frost |
| love and compassion |
| remember with love |
| an old pin |
| with colored stones |
| And the bottom of the memory |
| A song |
| I think all his childhood |
| It was a ship without sun |
| That every moment that survived |
| He was clinging to that motherly love… |
| If they ask you where you were born |
| where his parents gave him love |
| The nostalgia of humanity |
| In his eyes he will wake up |
| As a child I knew how to love |
| the family album |
| My father was smiling on a beach |
| With his fishing rod… |
| I can lend you ten |
| I can lend you a hundred |
| But no photo of mine |
| It looks like your childhood |
| But no photo of mine looks like |
| slightly to his childhood |
| I see them begging in any part of the world |
| sleeping in the streets |
| and the train stations |
| They are the children of a society that forgets itself |
| Taking away the possibility of having a family and the affection and support that |
| they need |
| It hurts me that loneliness to which we have condemned them |