Текст и перевод песни Manolo Garcia - No Estes Triste (Version 2)

No Estes Triste (Version 2)

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No estés triste

Manolo García

Prueba a ser una nube, a flotar, alcotán sobre praderas.
Prueba a surcar ríos, a luchar por ellos,
A sentirte arcilla y caña de ribera.
Laurel en gota que espejea
Y errar cometa vegetal sin hilos
Prueba a surcar ríos aunque el agua solo llegue a tus rodillas
O te cubra y esté fría.

Verás que hay más
Que la corona de espinas bajo la que te resguardas,
Verás que hay más,
Verás que el mundo gira más.

Por eso no estés triste, amor.
Por eso no estés triste
Por eso no estés triste amor,
Que no estés triste.

Antes que la tristeza sea de suela de zapato
Humildad y camino
O letra de abecedario,
Ser látigo y restallar a la modorra los sentimientos,
Ladera para que resbalen las penas.

Por eso no estés triste, amor.
Por eso no estés triste
Por eso no estés triste amor,
Que no estés triste.

Prueba a ser arlequín,
Regalar inasible tu entereza.
Prueba a surcar ríos, a luchar por ellos,
Sentir que reverdeces, que creces en la entrega.
Tropel, caudal de mieles turbias,
Barquito liberado a la corriente.
Prueba a surcar ríos aunque sean ramblas de cantos
Si consigues alejarte de ti misma.

Verás que hay más
Que son rosarios de lamentos bajo los que te marchitas,
Verás que hay más
Verás que el mundo gira más.

Por eso no estés triste, amor.
Por eso no estés triste
Por eso no estés triste amor,
Que no estés triste.

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No estés triste

Manolo García

Try being a cloud, floating, hawk over prairies.
Try to furrow rivers, to fight for them,
To feel the clay and the riverbank cane.
Laurel in a drop of water that mirrors
And err vegetal kite without strings
Try to furrow rivers even if the water only reaches your knees
Or covers you and is cold.

You will see that there is more
Than the crown of thorns under which you shelter,
You will see that there is more,
You will see that the world turns more.

That's why don't be sad, love.
That's why don't be sad
That's why don't be sad love,
Don't be sad.

Before the sadness is the sole of your shoes
Humility and path
Or abecedary letter,
To be a whip and crackle at languor the feelings,
Slope for the sorrows to slide.

That's why don't be sad, love.
That's why don't be sad
That's why don't be sad love,
Don't be sad.

Try being a harlequin,
To give away your integrity elusively.
Try to furrow rivers, to fight for them,
To feel that you are getting greener, that you are growing in giving.
Crowd, flow of turbid honeys,
Little boat set free to the current.
Try to furrow rivers even if they are ravines of songs
If you manage to get away from yourself.

You will see that there is more
Than the rosaries of laments under which you wither,
You will see that there is more
You will see that the world turns more.

That's why don't be sad, love.
That's why don't be sad
That's why don't be sad love,
Don't be sad.