Текст и перевод песни Eros Ramazzotti - Una Calle al Cielo

Una Calle al Cielo

Una calle al cielo va
Hasta el filo de la eternidad
Algunas noches nítidas
Puede verse con total claridad
Calle de los marginados
De desamparados sin hogar
Sólo pobre gente, gente sin identidad
Con los ojos bien abiertos
Para ver lo que soñaron soñar
Hartos ya de caminar
Siempre buscando un poco de dignidad
Una calle al cielo
Que hace un giro y vuelve para atrás
No parecen ser ángeles, ni tienen alma de santos
Son tan solo unos hombres que
No encontraron su camino como tantos
Y tantos
No parecen ser ángeles, no lo digamos más
Cuantas veces hablando, comentando
Para no decir nunca nada
Casi nada
Una calle al cielo va
Si la buscas bien la encontrarás
Sus piedras son cada uno de
Los mil fracasos que la hicieron crear
Una calle al cielo
A un instante de la eternidad
No parecen ser ángeles, ni tienen alma de santos
Son tan sólo unos hombres que
No encontraron su camino como tantos
Y tantos
Corazones incrédulos
Cansados de escuchar tan sólo mentiras
Y mentiras
Una calle al cielo si
Pero al paraíso no llegara
Una calle al cielo
Que hace un giro y vuelve para atrás

A Street to Heaven

A street leads to heaven, my love,
Reaching the edge of eternity.
On some clear nights,
It can be seen with perfect clarity.
A street of the marginalized,
Of the homeless without shelter,
Just poor people, people without identity,
With their eyes wide open,
To see what they dreamt of dreaming,
Tired of walking,
Always searching for a bit of dignity.
A street to heaven,
That makes a turn and comes back again,
They don't seem like angels, nor do they have the souls of saints,
They are just men who,
Didn't find their way, like so many,
So many,
They don't seem like angels, let's not say it again,
How many times, talking, commenting,
To never say anything,
Almost nothing.
A street leads to heaven, my love,
If you search well, you will find it.
Its stones are each one of,
The thousand failures that made it come to be.
A street to heaven,
A moment away from eternity,
They don't seem like angels, nor do they have the souls of saints,
They are just men who,
Didn't find their way, like so many,
So many,
Hearts full of disbelief,
Tired of hearing only lies,
And lies,
A street to heaven, yes,
But it won't reach paradise,
A street to heaven,
That makes a turn and comes back again.