Paroles et traduction Nacha Guevara - El manantial

El manantial

Ay amor, que te vas
Como un ave fugaz
Y el plumaje lo deja
Donde se ha ido.
Ay amor, que te vas
Esperando encontrar
Lo que nunca has hallado ni hallarás.

Érase un camino muerto
Por los años y el dolor
De ser camino y no poder caminar
Lo ataban al cruel destino
De esperar y esperar.

Y llegó un manantial,
Cauce joven de amar,
Y se puso a regar lo que murió.
Ni el amor ni el dolor
De agua fresca de amar
Pudieron impedir lo que pasó.

Érase un camino muerto
Por los años y el dolor
De ser camino y no poder caminar
Lo ataban al cruel destino
De esperar, y esperar

Y llegó un manantial,
Cauce joven de amar,
Y se puso a regar lo que murió.
Ni el amor ni el dolor
De agua fresca de amar
Pudieron impedir lo que pasó.

El manantial se secó
El camino se murió

The Spring

Oh love, that you are leaving
Like a fleeting bird
And the plumage it leaves
Where it has gone.
Oh love, that you are leaving
Hoping to find
What you have never found and will not find.

There was a dead path
By the years and the pain
Of being a path and not being able to walk
They tied it to the cruel destiny
Of waiting and waiting.

And a spring came,
Young channel of love,
And it began to water what had died.
Neither love nor pain
Of fresh water of loving
Could prevent what happened.

There was a dead path
By the years and the pain
Of being a path and not being able to walk
They tied it to the cruel destiny
Of waiting, and waiting

And a spring came,
Young channel of love,
And it began to water what had died.
Neither love nor pain
Of fresh water of loving
Could prevent what happened.

The spring has dried up
The path has died