Текст и перевод песни Guadi Galego - Cedeira

Cedeira

Os egos da revolución visten roupa cinguida,
Escalas en modo maior copan todos os shows.
Describen un mundo invisible
Partido por catro,
Prometen que os demos e os anxos
Son da mesma cor.

Aquí o reduto é diverso, non hai etiquetas;
Se cadra, diría Pedreira, o da xubilación.
Poder deitarse e deixar que a vida te agache,
E nós en silencio escoitando este o noso son.

Imos tan xuntiñas pola beira da canción,
Prenden candeas, rompen as ondas.
Imos devagar paseando en plural,
Calma e serena que medre a area e o mar.

O norte equipara a beleza coa melancolía
O norte é poema en si mesmo,
é perfume e canción.

Que poidas cantar ou lembrar esta suave habaneira,
Na praia de Rinlo, en Cuba,
Ou mesmo en Cedeira.

Deixarse levar pola luz que desmonta as ideas,
Tratar polo miúdo as cadeas,
Pensar que ser libre é ser máis.

Vivir asubiando a modiño a nosa habaneira,
Deixarse levar pola luz que desmonta as ideas,
Que poidas cantar ou lembrar esta suave habaneira
Na praia de Rinlo, en Cuba,
Ou mesmo en Cedeira.

Deixarse levar pola luz que desmonta as ideas,
Tratar polo miúdo as cadeas,
Pensar que ser libre é ser máis.

Vivir asubiando a modiño a nosa habaneira,
Deixarse levar pola luz que desmonta as ideas,
Que poidas cantar ou lembrar esta suave habaneira

Vivir asubiando a modiño a nosa habaneira,
Vivir asubiando a modiño a nosa habaneira...

Cedeira

Egos of the revolution wear tight clothes,
Scales in major mode fill all the shows.
They describe an invisible world
Divided by four,
They promise that the demons and the angels
Are the same color.

Here the stronghold is diverse, there are no labels;
Perhaps, Pedreira would say, the one of retirement.
To be able to lie down and let life hide you,
And we silently listening to this our sound.

We go so close along the edge of the song,
Light candles, break the waves.
We go slowly walking in the plural,
Calm and serene so that the sand and the sea grow.

The north equates beauty with melancholy
The north is a poem in itself,
It is perfume and song.

May you be able to sing or remember this soft habanera,
On the beach of Rinlo, in Cuba,
Or even in Cedeira.

Let yourself be carried away by the light that disassembles ideas,
Treat the chains in detail,
Think that being free is being more.

Living whistling our habanera slowly,
Let yourself be carried away by the light that disassembles ideas,
May you be able to sing or remember this soft habanera
On the beach of Rinlo, in Cuba,
Or even in Cedeira.

Let yourself be carried away by the light that disassembles ideas,
Treat the chains in detail,
Think that being free is being more.

Living whistling our habanera slowly,
Let yourself be carried away by the light that disassembles ideas,
May you be able to sing or remember this soft habanera

Living whistling our habanera slowly,
Living whistling our habanera slowly...