Paroles et traduction Carlos Vives - Un Pobre Loco

Un Pobre Loco

Salgo de tocar en madrugada
Algunos pesos mil historias que contar
Gafas tiene el sol esta mañana
Filigranas que dibuja la ciudad
Me pierdo entre la gente y pienso en ti
Me cuenta Bogotá que estas aqui
Parte del aire, de los recuerdos
De aquellos besos que nacieron del invierno
Cierro los ojos y a toda prisa
Yo vuelvo a ser amo y señor de tu sonrisa
Vuelvo en tu pelo y poco a poco
Va despertando de su sueño un pobre loco
Me pierdo entre la gente y pieso en ti
Y entiendo que mi amor no esta aquí
Vuelvo a respirar, trajo la tarde
Alguna magia que me ayuda a levantar
Hago de comer y tus canciones
Mi guitarra y otra vez a trabajar
Me pierdo entre la gente y pienso en ti
Y siento que tu voz aun sigue allí
Parte del aire, de los recuerdos
De aquellos besos que se fueron del invierno
Cruzo el espacio y a toda prisa
Yo vuelvo a ser amo y señor de tus caricias
Viajo en tu pelo y poco a poco
Va aterrizando de su sueño un pobre loco
Me pierdo entre la gente y pieso en ti
Y entiendo que mi amor no esta aquí
Ay, ay, ay, ay, no esta aquí
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Cierro los ojos y a toda prisa
Yo vuelvo a ser amo y señor de tu sonrisa
Vuelvo en tu pelo y poco a poco
Va despertando de su sueño un pobre loco
Me pierdo entre la gente y pieso en ti
Y entiendo que mi amor no esta aquí
Mi amor no estaba aquí
Ay, ay, ay, ay, no estas aquí
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, porque mi amor no estaba aquí

Un Pobre Loco (A Poor Madman)

I leave the stage in the early morning
A few pesos in my pocket, many stories to tell
The sun is wearing sunglasses this morning
It draws patterns in the sky
I get lost in the crowd and think of you
Bogotá tells me you're here
Part of the air, part of the memories
Of those kisses that were born in winter
I close my eyes and in a hurry
I become the master and owner of your smile again
I go back to your hair and little by little
A poor madman wakes up from his dream
I get lost in the crowd and think of you
And I understand that my love is not here
I start to breathe again, the afternoon brought
Some magic to help me get up
I cook and listen to your songs
My guitar and back to work
I get lost in the crowd and think of you
And I feel your voice is still there
Part of the air, part of the memories
Of those kisses that flew away with winter
I cross the space and in a hurry
I become the master and owner of your caresses again
I travel in your hair and little by little
A poor madman lands from his dream
I get lost in the crowd and think of you
And I understand that my love is not here
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's not here
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I close my eyes and in a hurry
I become the master and owner of your smile again
I go back to your hair and little by little
A poor madman wakes up from his dream
I get lost in the crowd and think of you
And I understand that my love is not here
My love was not here
Oh, oh, oh, oh, you are not here
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, because my love was not here