Текст и перевод песни Pedro Guerra - Que No Llevan a Roma (with Dani Martín, Dolo & Nach)

Que No Llevan a Roma (with Dani Martín, Dolo & Nach)

La Habana, Londres, Fez, Venecia, Lorca,
Napoles, Buenos Aires, Sinaloa,
Guanajuato, Madrid, Gijón, Menorca,
Ronda, Donosti, Marrakesh, Lisboa.

Lisboa... Lisboa...

Cádiz, Granada, Córdoba, Sevilla,
Úbeda, Vigo, Tánger, Zaragoza,
Cartagena, Vetusta, Melipilla,
Montevideo, Cáceres, Mendoza.

Mendoza... Mendoza...

Macondo, Esparta, Nínive, Cómala,
Praga, Valparaíso, Guatemala,
Samarcanda, Bagdad, Lima, Sodoma,
Liverpool, Tenerife, Petersburgo,
Nueva Orleans, Atenas, Edimburgo.

Cien caminos que no llevan a Roma
Cien caminos que no llevan a Roma
Cien caminos que no llevan a Roma
Cien caminos que no llevan a Roma

Da igual a donde llegues
Lo que importa es el camino, dicen
No es de donde vienes
Más bien a donde te diriges,
Y aunque tú nunca eliges las dificultades
Berlín, Pekín, hay un sin fín de posibilidades.

Hoy mis mares brillan cristalinos,
Mis cien caminos,
Mi cien vidas escritas en un pergamino
Recorrí los barrios neoyorquinos y no hubo mañana
Respiré una paz temprana allá en la Habana.

Y cada loco con su tema, sus problemas, suprema existencia
Mi mente cruzando puentes en Venecia
Haciendo peripecias y el bien
Cojiendo otro tren

Roma es sólo una historia pero hay cien
Y hay quien
Aún es rehén de sus cadenas,
Yo fuí un mecenas en Atenas,
Con la arena de Cali enterré mis penas.

Allá entendí que si hay un Dios, ese Dios es el tiempo,
Y que él y yo no somos dos, somos un mismo cuerpo,
Mismo centro de gravedad, la misma espina,
Lima o Bagdad, misma verdad, miles de esquinas.

Esperanzas clandestinas y rarezas tan comunes
De piezas que se unen cada lunes bajo nubes.

Y así, caminante, se hace camino al andar,
Y aquí cualquier lugar es bueno para acampar
París, Caracas, nunca importa tanto
Lo que importa es tu seguir andando...

Cien caminos que no llevan a Roma.

That Do Not Lead to Rome (with Dani Martín, Dolo & Nach)

Havana, London, Fez, Venice, Lorca,
Naples, Buenos Aires, Sinaloa,
Guanajuato, Madrid, Gijón, Menorca,
Ronda, Donosti, Marrakesh, Lisbon.

Lisbon... Lisbon...

Cádiz, Granada, Córdoba, Seville,
Úbeda, Vigo, Tangier, Zaragoza,
Cartagena, Vetusta, Melipilla,
Montevideo, Cáceres, Mendoza.

Mendoza... Mendoza...

Macondo, Sparta, Nineveh, Cómala,
Prague, Valparaíso, Guatemala,
Samarkand, Baghdad, Lima, Sodoma,
Liverpool, Tenerife, Petersburg,
New Orleans, Athens, Edinburgh.

A hundred roads that don't lead to Rome
A hundred roads that don't lead to Rome
A hundred roads that don't lead to Rome
A hundred roads that don't lead to Rome

No matter where you end up
It's the journey that matters, they say
It's not where you come from
Rather where you're going,
And although you never choose the difficulties
Berlin, Beijing, there are endless possibilities.

Today my seas are crystal clear,
My hundred ways,
My hundred lives written on a parchment
I traveled the New York neighborhoods and there was no tomorrow
I breathed an early peace there in Havana.

And every madman with his own issue, his problems, supreme existence
My mind crossing bridges in Venice
Doing tricks and doing good
Catching another train

Rome is just a story but there are a hundred
And there are those who
Are still held hostage by their chains,
I was a patron in Athens,
With the sand of Cali I buried my sorrows.

There I understood that if there is a God, that God is time,
And that he and I are not two, we are one body,
Same center of gravity, same thorn,
Lima or Baghdad, same truth, thousands of corners.

Clandestine hopes and rarities so common
Of pieces that come together every Monday under clouds.

And so, traveler, the path is made by walking,
And here any place is good to camp
Paris, Caracas, it never matters as much
What matters is your continuing to walk...

A hundred roads that do not lead to Rome.