Текст и перевод песни Antonio Vega - Pasa El Otoño

Pasa El Otoño

Pasa el otoño en Madrid y el color ocre se funde a gris,
Vuelven recuerdos de inviernos pasados junto a ti.
Sentado hoy frente al mar, nada perturba la paz,
Y ahora comparto contigo, nuestra verdad.

Y es que de hecho hasta hoy, no me ha importado nunca donde voy,
En cualquier puerto puedo recaer, ser quien sea, ser como soy.
Atados, manos y pies al corazón que fui fiel
Ojala me condenaran, a la niñez.

Pero después descubrí, que amar en libertad no era sufrir
Ojala me condenaran, a compartir.
Y llego la madurez, ideas claras saber lo que quieres ser
Ojala me condenaran, a no volver.

Quiero escuchar, crujir las hojas al andar,
Una vez más, porque el otoño pasa en Madrid.
Quiero guardar hojas doraras hasta abril
Pasa el otoño en Madrid.(Bis)

Quiero escuchar, crujir las hojas al andar,
Una vez más, porque el otoño pasa en Madrid.
Quiero guardar hojas doraras hasta abril
Pasa el otoño en Madrid.(Bis)
Quiero escuchar, crujir las hojas al andar,
Una vez más, porque el otoño pasa en Madrid.
Quiero guardar hojas doraras hasta el mes de abril

Autumn is Here

Autumn is here in Madrid and the ocher color turns to grey,
Memories of past winters spent with you return to me.
Sitting by the sea today, nothing disturbs the peace,
And now I share our truth with you.

For in fact, until today, I have never cared where I was going,
In any port I can drop anchor, be who I am, and act the way I do.
Bound hand and foot to the heart that was always faithful
I could be condemned to childhood, if only I had the choice.

But then I discovered that loving in freedom was not suffering
I could be condemned to sharing, if only I had the choice.
And maturity came, clear ideas, knowing what you want to be
I could be condemned to never coming back, if only I had the choice.

I want to hear the leaves crackling under my feet,
Once more, because autumn is here in Madrid.
I want to keep the golden leaves until April
Autumn is here in Madrid.(Repeat)

I want to hear the leaves crackling under my feet,
Once more, because autumn is here in Madrid.
I want to keep the golden leaves until April
Autumn is here in Madrid.(Repeat)
I want to hear the leaves crackling under my feet,
Once more, because autumn is here in Madrid.
I want to keep the golden leaves until April