Paroles et traduction León Gieco feat. Gustavo Santaolalla - La Amistad

La Amistad

La amistad es un corazón
Que bombea con pasado
Al ritmo de una canción
Que con amigos cantaremos
O en silencio callaremos
Según sea la ocasión

Cerramos todo con candado
Con los amigos que se fueron
A países muy lejanos
Y con la llave que tenemos
Nos abrimos y nos vemos
Sin reproches ni reclamos

Había un juego con amigos
Que era subir a lo más alto
En la colina de la vida
Y ahora no hay quien quiera bajarla
Hay que hacerlo despacito
Que no sea una caída

No soy amigo del que piensa
Que el mundo se cambia hablando
Con el culo en un sillón
Gasta las horas que tiene
Y con filo esa lengua entretiene
Al más tonto del montón

Muy bueno es pedir perdón
Y las gracias saber dar
Pedir permiso es natural
Lo tuyo es tuyo, lo mío es mío
Justamente ser amigos
Es saberse respetar

Acerca de todas las cosas
Ordinarias y profundas
No hay porque pensar lo mismo
Hay quien se hace árbol de copa
Quien florece quien da frutos
Quien se conforma espinillo

Muchas veces somos duros
Con arrogancia lastimamos
Al amigo más querido
Le exigimos que piense igual
Y sin querer nos adueñamos
De eso que llaman verdad

No soy amigo de papeles
Que se firman y prometen
Que te amaré para siempre
Prefiero la libertad
De amor y de pensamiento
Eso es mucho más transparente

Tuve una amiga bien cantora
Que se fue así tan deprisa
Y olvidó aquí sus canciones
Y en algún lugar lejano
Sé que me estará esperando
Para que se las dé en mano

Los amigos son como nubes
Cuando chocan hacen llover
En el campo en la montaña
Y también calman la sed
De la soledad que puede haber
En el centro de sus almas

Tuve un amigo violinisto
Que creaba sus canciones
Con los allá angelitos
Por Santiago Añatuya
Por Loreto Atamisqui
Las cantamos con Elpidio

No soy amigo del que le pone
Un precio a la amistad
En el camino de los días
Es como embarrar la cancha
O pinchar esa pelota
En el partido de la vida

Friendship

Friendship is a heart, my dear,
That pumps with the past you see,
To the rhythm of a sweet melody,
That with friends we'll sing along,
Or in silence we'll hold our tongue,
Depending on the occasion, honey.

We lock it all away, you know,
With the friends who had to go,
To countries far away, so slow,
And with the key we hold so tight,
We open up and see the light,
Without reproach or any fight, my light.

There was a game with friends we played,
To climb to the highest height we swayed,
On the hill of life, we prayed,
And now there's no one who wants to come down,
We have to do it slow, no frown,
So it won't be a fall, my crown.

I'm no friend to the one who thinks, my sweet,
That the world can change just by talking neat,
With their backside on a comfy seat,
Wastes the hours they have in store,
And with a sharp tongue, they bore,
Even the dumbest of the core, I'm sure.

It's very good to say you're sorry, dove,
And to know how to give your love,
Asking permission is natural, my love,
Yours is yours, and mine is mine, you see,
Being friends, justly,
Is knowing how to respect, truly.

About all things, big and small, my dear,
Ordinary and profound, so clear,
There's no need to think the same, my peer,
There are those who become a shady tree,
Who blossom, who bear fruit, you'll agree,
Who settle for being a thorny plea.

Many times we are so tough, my sweet,
With arrogance, we cause defeat,
To the dearest friend we greet,
We demand they think the same as us,
And without wanting to, we cause a fuss,
Over what they call truth, because.

I'm no friend of papers signed, my dove,
That promise and swear their love,
That I'll love you forever, up above,
I prefer the freedom, you see,
Of love and thought, so free,
That's much more transparent to me.

I had a friend, a singer so fine, my dear,
Who left so quickly, it's clear,
And forgot her songs right here,
And in some distant place, I know,
She'll be waiting for me to show,
And give them to her, soft and slow.

Friends are like clouds, so high, my sweet,
When they collide, they make it rain, you'll greet,
In the fields, on the mountain, so neat,
And they also quench the thirst, you see,
Of the loneliness that can be,
In the center of their souls, so free.

I had a violinist friend, my dear,
Who created his songs, so clear,
With the little angels up there,
By Santiago Añatuya, so fair,
By Loreto Atamisqui, I swear,
We sang them with Elpidio, everywhere.

I'm no friend to the one who sets a price, my sweet,
On friendship, can you believe it?
In the path of days, we meet,
It's like muddying the field, you see,
Or puncturing the ball, so free,
In the game of life, for you and me.