Текст и перевод песни Alejandro Sanz - Camino a Casa

Camino a Casa

El cenzontle se pregunta de dónde es
El cielo se abre y la respuesta está en su canto
Uno es los caminos recorridos, los lugares del amor
El lugar donde ha enterrado su ombligo

Uh, eh-eh

Pruebo, a veces, a olvidar aquella poesía
Dejo en mi talón lugares con arenas dobles
Yo quise creer que mi recuerdo ya no mordería
Pero quieren morder, pero quieren morder

Otros me contaron cosas que yo no sabía, eh-eh
Un bello viaje, nada puedo reprocharles
He vivido siete vidas pares, con un lápiz dibuje los hemisferios
Pero ahora que soy camino, ya ha llegado el día
De volver donde saben mi nombre, a casa quiero volver

Eres lejos, otro mundo, donde el grito y el susurro
De triunfos y desastres, te pienso y me sacudo
Eres tierras de otro mundo, de corazones puros
De fuego son tus alas, yo siempre quiero volver
¡Qué bello es el camino a casa!
Siempre quiero volver, volver, volver, volver

Probarás seguir perfumes, risas y alegrías, que es lo que valía
Trataré de hallar los ríos que digan mi nombre
Negaré que tus requintos toquen
Melodías de antiguas canciones, puede
Puede que si alguien me llama, y tiene puntería
Algún día por la puerta de la casa asome
Seguir tu voz, tal vez

Eres lejos, otro mundo, donde el grito y el susurro
De triunfos y desastres, te pienso y me sacudo
Eres tierras de otro mundo, de corazones puros
De fuego son tus alas, yo siempre quiero volver
¡Qué bello es el camino a casa!
Siempre quiero volver, volver, volver, volver

(El cenzontle se pregunta de dónde es)
Pruebo, a veces, a olvidar aquella poesía
(La respuesta está en su canto)
Pruebo, a veces, a olvidar aquella poesía
(Uno es los caminos recorridos) pruebo, a veces, a olvidar
(Los lugares del amor) pruebo, a veces, a olvidar
(El lugar donde ha enterrado su ombligo)

Road Home

The mockingbird asks himself where he's from
The sky opens and the answer is in his song
One is the roads traveled, the places of love
The place where he buried his umbilical cord

Uh, eh-eh

I try, sometimes, to forget that poetry
I leave behind places with shifting sands
I wanted to believe my memory would no longer bite
But they want to bite, but they want to bite

Others told me things I didn't know, eh-eh
A beautiful journey, I can't blame them
I've lived seven double lives, with a pencil I drew the hemispheres
But now that I am the road, the day has come
To return where they know my name, I want to go home

You are far away, another world, where the shout and the whisper
Of triumphs and disasters, I think of you and I shake
You are lands of another world, of pure hearts
Your wings are made of fire, I always want to return
How beautiful is the road home!
I always want to return, return, return, return

You'll try to follow perfumes, laughter and joys, that's what mattered
I'll try to find the rivers that speak my name
I'll deny that your requintos play
Melodies of ancient songs, maybe
Maybe if someone calls me, and they have good aim
Someday I'll peek through the door of the house
Follow your voice, perhaps

You are far away, another world, where the shout and the whisper
Of triumphs and disasters, I think of you and I shake
You are lands of another world, of pure hearts
Your wings are made of fire, I always want to return
How beautiful is the road home!
I always want to return, return, return, return

(The mockingbird asks himself where he's from)
I try, sometimes, to forget that poetry
(The answer is in his song)
I try, sometimes, to forget that poetry
(One is the roads traveled) I try, sometimes, to forget
(The places of love) I try, sometimes, to forget
(The place where he buried his umbilical cord)