Текст и перевод песни Isabel Pantoja - De Nadie

De Nadie

¿De quién es el color, y la nube y la estrella?
De nadie
¿Y el amor sin timón cuando caracolea?
De nadie

¿De quién es el azul alumbrando mareas?
De nadie
¿Y esa barca de vela perdida en el mar?
De nadie

De nadie
De nadie
Te fuiste y no he vuelto nunca a ser de nadie
Del viento
Del aire
De la brisa del mar que, al pasar
Va dorando mi carne

De nadie
De nadie
De nadie he querido ser, ni amor, ni amante
Soy solo
Del aire
Que acaricia mi pelo y se va
Perfumando mi calle

Mira qué pena
Porque aquel marinero creyó que mi amor
Que mi amor suyo era
Mira qué pena
Porque aquel marinero creyó que mi amor
Que mi amor suyo era

¿De quién es el quejido del eco de un cáncer?
De nadie
¿Y el caballo de espuma que trota en los mares?
De nadie

¿De quién es el aroma de los azahares?
De nadie
¿Y el olor del rocío del amanecer?
De nadie

De nadie
De nadie
Te fuiste y no he vuelto nunca a ser de nadie
Del viento
Del aire
De la brisa del mar que, al pasar
Va dorando mi carne

De nadie
De nadie
De nadie he querido ser, ni amor, ni amante
Soy solo
Del aire
Que acaricia mi pelo y se va
Perfumando mi calle

Mira qué pena
Porque aquel marinero creyó que mi amor
Que mi amor suyo era
Mira qué pena
Porque aquel marinero creyó que mi amor
Que mi amor suyo era

Mira qué pena
Porque aquel marinero creyó que mi amor
Que mi amor suyo era
Mira qué pena
Porque aquel marinero creyó que mi amor
Que mi amor suyo era

Belong to No One

Whose is the color, the cloud and the star?
To no one
And love without a rudder when it tacks?
To no one

Whose is the blue illuminating the tides?
To no one
And that sailboat lost at sea?
To no one

To no one
To no one
You left and I've never belonged to anyone again
Of the wind
Of the air
Of the sea breeze that, as it passes
Gilds my skin

To no one
To no one
I have wanted to be no one's, nor love, nor lover
I am only
Of the air
That caresses my hair and leaves
Perfuming my street

What a shame
Because that sailor thought my love
That my love was his
What a shame
Because that sailor thought my love
That my love was his

Whose is the wail of a crab's echo?
To no one
And the horse of foam that trots on the seas?
To no one

Whose is the scent of orange blossoms?
To no one
And the smell of the dawn's dew?
To no one

To no one
To no one
You left and I've never belonged to anyone again
Of the wind
Of the air
Of the sea breeze that, as it passes
Gilds my skin

To no one
To no one
I have wanted to be no one's, nor love, nor lover
I am only
Of the air
That caresses my hair and leaves
Perfuming my street

What a shame
Because that sailor thought my love
That my love was his
What a shame
Because that sailor thought my love
That my love was his

What a shame
Because that sailor thought my love
That my love was his
What a shame
Because that sailor thought my love
That my love was his