Vine Del Norte(Live) - Include speech by Ismael Serrano - Ismael Serrano Übersetzung ins Englische

Vine Del Norte(Live) - Include speech by Ismael Serrano

Vine del norte buscando una canción y una cruz,
Y allí se cruzó un cometa, y en su estela estabas tú.
En Madrid seguiría lloviendo, triste como lo dejé,
Y en Santiago con tus luces y su noviembre me quemé.
Y fue después de un concierto, una noche en tu universidad,
Allí te encontré de nuevo, "
Hoy te invito a carretear".
Acepto gustoso tu oferta, sólo con una condición:
Que no se acabe esta noche y que no me enamore yo".
Andando por La Alameda, tú me empezaste a contar
Causas, azares y luchas, en estos días y al pasar
Por delante de La Moneda, tú tarareaste a Jara.
Me miraste, "
Así tan duro, tienes un aire a Guevara".
Y entramos en un bareto, y allí alguien cantaba a Fito.
A este paso me enamoro, sólo me falta otro pisco".
Déjate de historias, súbete ahí, y cántame una de Silvio".
Sólo si me das un beso", y todos cantaron conmigo.
Salimos del bar borrachos, agarrados de la mano,
Y en la calle como siempre jodiendo andaban los pacos.
Tú les gritaste "¡
Asesinos!", y los dos echamos a correr.
Tú reías, y en tu risa yo me veía caer.
Pero, "¿
Dónde has estado este tiempo?
Se hace tarde, vete a casa",
Y en tu abrazo a lo lejos, creí oír a los Parra,
Cantando para nosotros.
Será mejor que me vaya.
Ahí quedé, solo, gritando, sin ti, "
Te recuerdo, Amanda".

Te recuerdo, Amanda".
Al tiempo llegué a mi norte, con una canción y una cruz,
Con la estela de un cometa, con tu mentira y con tu luz.
En Madrid seguía lloviendo, tal y como lo dejé,
Y en Santiago tantas cosas, hoy me muero por volver.
Hoy me muero por volver.

From the North(Live) - Notable performance by Ismael Serrano

I came from the north in search of a song and a cross,
And there a comet crossed my path, and in its wake you were.
In Madrid, it would still be raining, as sad as when I left it,
And in Santiago, with its lights, and its November, I burned.
And it was after a concert, one night at your university,
There I found you again, "
Tonight, I invite you to party with me".
I gladly accept your offer, with just one condition:
That this night never ends, and that I don't fall in love with you".
Walking through La Alameda, you began to tell me,
About causes, coincidences, and struggles, in these days, and as we passed
In front of the La Moneda Palace, you hummed a song by Jara.
You looked at me "
With that tough look, you look like Guevara".
And we went into a bar, and there someone was singing a song by Fito.
At this rate, I'm going to fall in love with you, all I need is another pisco".
Stop with the stories, get up there, and sing me a song by Silvio".
Only if you give me a kiss", and everyone sang along with me.
We left the bar drunk, holding hands,
And in the street, as always, the cops were messing around.
You yelled at them, "¡
Murderers!", and we both ran.
You were laughing, and in your laughter, I could see myself fall.
But, "
Where have you been all this time?
It's getting late, go home",
And in your distant embrace, I thought I heard the Parras,
Singing for us.
I better go.
There I remained, alone, yelling, without you, "
Remember me, Amanda".

Remember me, Amanda".
In time, I returned to my north, with a song and a cross,
With the wake of a comet, with your lies and your light.
In Madrid, it was still raining, just as I left it,
And in Santiago, so many things, today I'm dying to go back.
Today, I'm dying to go back.