Текст и перевод песни Jorge Casal - Ítaca

Ítaca

Algunos dicen que por escaparme de mi mismo
Y yo aún no se porque me marche
Quizá para olvidarme de olvidarte
Y que saliera natural
Quizá por tanto que perdonarme

Cogí carretera adiós seré feliz
Y ya iba donde no había noche
Y mis pies tan ensangrentados como los de cristo
Ni pude ver la vida correr
Ni Jónico ni Adriático ni Tirreno
Llevaban tu sal
Ni en el caribe
En cada selva
En cada caña de bar
Sonreír a gente sin nada y ahí estabas
En cada niña desenfadada
En cada ciudad
En el sentido de mis palabras

Y me marche apretando la expresión
Preparado para luchar
Con todo lo que el Grío
Me aguante mi.
Llore y reí en mañanas de verano
Y aprendí que Ítaca es solo el final
No te engañó
Y aprendí que mi destino soy yo
Y ahora se que aquí mi destino soy yo
Pero nunca fuimos Isis y Osiris
Y ni yo levante templos por tí
Ni recompones mis pedazos.

Ni Jónico ni Adriático ni Tirreno
Llevaban tu sal
Ni en el caribe
En cada selva
En cada caña de bar
Sonreír a gente sin nada y ahí estabas
En cada niña desenfadada
En cada ciudad
En el sentido de mis palabras estabas

Ithaca

Some say that I left to escape myself
And I still don't know why I left
Perhaps to forget about forgetting you
And let it come naturally
Perhaps because I had so much to forgive myself for

I hit the road, saying goodbye, I'll be happy
And I went where there was no night
And my feet were as bloodied as Christ's
I couldn't even see life passing me by
Neither the Ionian nor the Adriatic nor the Tyrrhenian
Carried your salt
Not even in the Caribbean
In every jungle
In every bar stool
Smiling at people with nothing, and there you were
In every carefree girl
In every city
In the meaning of my words

And I left with a clenched expression
Ready to fight
With everything that the Ebro
Could throw at me.
I cried and laughed on summer mornings
And I learned that Ithaca is just the end
She didn't trick you
And I learned that my destiny is me
And now I know that here my destiny is me
But we were never Isis and Osiris
And neither did I build temples for you
Nor did you mend my broken pieces.

Neither the Ionian nor the Adriatic nor the Tyrrhenian
Carried your salt
Not even in the Caribbean
In every jungle
In every bar stool
Smiling at people with nothing, and there you were
In every carefree girl
In every city
In the meaning of my words you were