Paroles et traduction Los Tipitos - Campanas

Campanas

Un hombre de frente a una ventana
Súper lúcida 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 le 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
Que esperar?

Esperar que ella vuelva
Y le 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,
Duplico toda su vida
Andando las calles ajenas
De hombres que al fin le dan pena
Campanas en la noche
Ruidos de melancolía

De esperar
Que 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

A man facing the window
With very lucid eyes
Surveys the landscape, and no,
It's not his interior, it's the moon.

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

Waiting for her to come back
And tell her here I am, my love
There is no forgetting,
Here I am, my love, back
I have come
Can you believe it, there is no forgetting, my love
There is no...

His restless mind is filled with stories
His body is only memory
It is that which must be felt
With infinite patience
Walking the strange streets
Of men who finally make him feel sorry
Bells in the night
Sounds of melancholy
Of waiting
Waiting for what?

Waiting for her to come back
And tell her here I am, my love
There is no forgetting,
Here I am, my love, back
I have overcome
You can't believe it, there is no forgetting, my love
There is no...

Delirium, tremendous, literary fiction
Secrets that were prayers
Cursed mirror that finally,
Multiplies his whole life
Walking the strange streets
Of men who finally make him feel sorry
Bells in the night
Sounds of melancholy

Of waiting
Waiting for what?
Waiting for her to come back
And tell her here I am, my love
There is no forgetting,
Here I am, my love, back
I have overcome
Can you believe it, there is no forgetting, my love
There is no...