Paroles et traduction Joan Manuel Serrat feat. Dulce Pontes - A Ese Pajaro Dorado (with Dulce Pontes)

A Ese Pajaro Dorado (with Dulce Pontes)

A ese pájaro dorado...
(Joan Manuel Serrat)
A ese amor...
A ese pájaro dorado
Que alza vuelo y parte el cielo en dos
Rondando el sol y el pecado.
A ese amor
Caprichoso y libertario
Sin silencios que le hagan callar
Ni jaulas para enjaularlo.
Qué pena,
Que no le siente bien la ropa de diario
A su carita lavada.
Ese amor
Vaya si es flor delicada.
A ese amor
Manojo de pequeñeces
Que florece en plenilunio
Y se mustia en las estrecheces.
A ese amor
Que arde mal en el brasero,
Que se anega en una lágrima
Y cunde poco en el puchero.
Qué pena,
Que no le siente bien la ropa de diario
A su carita lavada.
Ese amor
Vaya si es flor delicada.

To that Golden Bird (with Dulce Pontes)

To that golden bird...
(Joan Manuel Serrat)
To that love...
To that golden bird
That spreads its wings and parts the sky in two
Circling the sun and sin.
To that love
Capricious and libertarian
With no silences that make it be quiet
Nor cages to lock it up.
How sad,
That it doesn't look good in everyday clothes
With its face washed clean.
That love
Oh, how delicate a flower it is.
To that love
A bunch of little things
That blooms at the full moon
And withers in the hardship.
To that love
That burns poorly in the brazier,
That drowns in a tear
And barely fills the pot.
How sad,
That it doesn't look good in everyday clothes
With its face washed clean.
That love
Oh, how delicate a flower it is.