Текст и перевод песни Miguel Campello - Camina

Camina

Una vez sale despacio,
Y entre las montañas viejas,
Ten cuidao que en las nubes, van a por ti
Van a por ti, tu te quieres venir,
Pero no te dejan salir
Y en un rincón escondia te pasas to el dia
Por culpa de ello que no sabes nada, ni se lo imagina.

Camina, corre camina
No te des la vuelta que aquí no se estila
Que darse la vuelta y te pueden pillar.

Iba en un tren de cercanías pa irme mu lejos ya lo sabia
Que donde empieza el tren acaban la vías.

Sera del tiempo que ilumina y luego la oscuridad
Y el camino que me queda y las ganas de llegar

Camina, camina,
No te des la vuelta que aquí no de estila
El darse la vuelta y te pueden pillar.

Tu tabas lía con la valía que llevas contigo
Y haber que no tienes nada
Y sabes se quedan contigo
Y saben darse media vuelta
Y llenarse los bolsillos.

Y ahora que soy libre camino sobre el suelo,
Me acuerdo los momentos que llore mirando al cielo
Que mas me dolía que mi voz no se escuchaba
Son cosas del aire, son cosas del tiempo, pom pom.

Camina, camina,
No te des la vuelta que aquí no de estila
El darse la vuelta y te pueden pillar.
Y te des la vuelta que aquí no de estila
El darse la vuelta y te pueden pillar.

No te des la vuelta que aquí no de estila
El darse la vuelta y te pueden pillar.

Walk

Come out slowly
And among the old mountains,
Be careful that in the clouds, they will go after you
They will go after you, you want to come
But they don't let you out
And in a hidden corner you hide away every day
Because of that you don't know anything, nor do you imagine it.

Walk, run, walk
Don't turn around, that's not the style here
That turning around and they can catch you.

I was on a commuter train to go very far I already knew
That where the train starts the tracks end.

It will be time that lights up and then the darkness
And the road that remains for me and the desire to arrive

Walk, walk
Don't turn around, that's not the style here
El turning around and they can catch you.

You were in trouble with the value that you always have
And to find out that you have nothing
And you know they stay with you
And they know how to turn around
And fill their pockets.

And now that I am free I walk on the ground,
I remember the moments when I cried looking at the sky
That which hurt me the most was that my voice was not heard
It is a thing of the air, it is a thing of time, pom pom.

Walk, walk,
Don't turn around, that's not the style here
El turning around and they can catch you.
And you turn around, that's not the style here
El turning around and they can catch you.

Don't turn around, that's not the style here
El turning around and they can catch you.