Paroles et traduction Pablo Milanés - De Qué Callada Manera - En Vivo Desde La Habana, Cuba

De Qué Callada Manera - En Vivo Desde La Habana, Cuba

Nicolás Guillén, como ustedes saben, nuestro poeta nacional
Escribió este pequeño y hermoso poema, que él tituló, "Canción"
Nosotros, lo hemos musicalizado y lo hemos dado a conocer como: "De qué callada manera"

De qué callada manera se me adentra usted sonriendo
Como si fuera la primavera, yo muriendo
Y de qué modo sutil me derramó en la camisa
Todas las flores de abril

Quién le dijo que yo era risa siempre, nunca llanto
Como si fuera la primavera, no soy tanto
En cambio, qué espiritual que usted me brinde una rosa
De su rosal principal

De qué callada manera se me adentra usted sonriendo
Como si fuera la primavera, yo muriendo, yo muriendo

Quién le dijo que yo era risa siempre, nunca llanto
Como si fuera la primavera, no soy tanto
En cambio, qué espiritual que usted me brinde una rosa
De su rosal principal

De qué callada manera se me adentra usted sonriendo
Como si fuera la primavera, yo muriendo, yo muriendo

De qué callada manera se me adentra usted sonriendo
Como si fuera la primavera, yo muriendo, yo muriendo

Gracias

In a Quiet Manner - Live from Havana, Cuba

Nicolás Guillén, as you know, our national poet
Wrote this small and beautiful poem, which he titled, "Song"
We have set it to music and have released it as: "In a Quiet Manner"

In what a quiet manner you enter me smiling
As if it were spring, I am dying
And in what a subtle way you poured all the flowers of
April on my shirt

Who told you that I was always laughter, never tears?
As if it were spring, I am not that much
Instead, how spiritual that you would offer me a rose
From your main rose bush

In what a quiet manner you enter me smiling
As if it were spring, I am dying, I am dying

Who told you that I was always laughter, never tears?
As if it were spring, I am not that much
Instead, how spiritual that you would offer me a rose
From your main rose bush

In what a quiet manner you enter me smiling
As if it were spring, I am dying, I am dying

In what a quiet manner you enter me smiling
As if it were spring, I am dying, I am dying

Thank you