Paroles et traduction Los Tipitos - Campanas en la Noche

Campanas en la Noche

Un hombre de frente a una ventana
Superlúcida la mirada
Recorre el paisaje, y no
No es su Interior, es luna

Son sombras lejanas del bosque
Es algo raro en las estrellas
Sonidos que inducen temor
Y también melancolía de esperar
De esperar

Esperar que ella vuelva
Y me diga
"Acá estoy, mi amor
No existe el olvido
Acá estoy, mi amor, de vuelta"

"He venido
Lo puedes creer
No existe el olvido, mi amor
No existe"

Su mente
Inquieta se puebla de historias
Su cuerpo es solo memoria
Es eso que hay que sentir

Con paciencia infinita
Andando las calles ajenas
De hombres que al fin le dan pena
Campanas en la noche
Ruidos de melancolía
De esperar
¿Qué esperar?

Esperar que ella vuelva
Y me diga
"Acá estoy, mi amor
No existe el olvido
Acá estoy, mi amor, de vuelta"

"He vencido
No puedes creer
No existe el olvido, mi amor
No existe"

Delirio
Tremendo, ficción literaria
Secretos que fueron plegaria
Espejo maldito que al fin
Duplicó toda su vida

Andando las calles ajenas
De hombres que al fin le dan pena
Campanas en la noche
Ruidos de melancolía
De esperar
¿Qué esperar?

Esperar que ella vuelva
Y le diga
"Acá estoy, mi amor
No existe el olvido
Acá estoy, mi amor, de vuelta"

"He vencido
Lo puedes creer
No existe el olvido, mi amor
No existe"

Bells in the Night

A man in front of a window
With a lucid gaze
He explores the landscape, but no
No, it's not his interior, it's the moon

They are distant shadows in the forest
Something strange in the stars
Sounds that induce fear
And also the melancholy of waiting
Of waiting

Waiting for her to come back
And tell me
"I'm here, my love
There is no forgetting
I'm here, my love, again"

"I've come
Can you believe it
There is no forgetting, my love
It doesn't exist"

His mind
Restless, fills with stories
His body is only memory
That's what you have to feel

With infinite patience
Walking through unfamiliar streets
Filled with men who finally make him feel sad
Bells in the night
Sounds of melancholy
Of waiting
What to wait for?

Waiting for her to come back
And tell me
"I'm here, my love
There is no forgetting
I'm here, my love, again"

"I've overcome
You can't believe it
There is no forgetting, my love
It doesn't exist"

Delirium
Tremendous, literary fiction
Secrets that became a prayer
A cursed mirror that finally
Duplicated his entire life

Walking through unfamiliar streets
Filled with men who finally make him feel sad
Bells in the night
Sounds of melancholy
Of waiting
What to wait for?

Waiting for her to come back
And tell her
"I'm here, my love
There is no forgetting
I'm here, my love, again"

"I've overcome
You can believe it
There is no forgetting, my love
It doesn't exist"