Текст и перевод песни Rodolfo Aicardi Con los Líricos - Volver

Volver

Volver,
Con las alas marchitas de volar,
Volver,
Con los ojos cansados de llorar,
Sentir,
La nostalgia de tu amor que lo espero,
La tristeza del recuerdo que quedo,
En mi joven corazon,
Tendre,
Que vivir en esta vida sin tu amor,
Fuiste arena que en mis manos se escurrio,
Y que el viento se llevo...
Pensar,
Que tuve tantas ansias de querer,
Y que quise tanto mundo recorrer,
En mi loca juventud,
Hoy se,
Que talves no vuelva ya otro querer,
Que quisas tu fuiste la ultima mujer,
A quien pude yo querer
Pensar,
Que tuve tantas ansias de querer,
Y que quise tanto mundo recorrer,
En mi loca juventud,
Hoy se,
Que talves no vuelva ya otro querer,
Que quisas tu fuiste la ultima mujer,
A quien pude yo querer
A quien pude yo querer

Return

Return,
With wings withered from flying,
Return,
With eyes tired from crying,
To feel,
The nostalgia of your love that I await,
The sadness of the memory that remains,
In my young heart,
I'll have,
To live in this life without your love,
You were sand that slipped through my hands,
And that the wind carried away...
To think,
That I had such a thirst for love,
And that I wanted so much to travel the world,
In my crazy youth,
Today I know,
That perhaps another love will never come again,
That perhaps you were the last woman,
Whom I could ever love
To think,
That I had such a thirst for love,
And that I wanted so much to travel the world,
In my crazy youth,
Today I know,
That perhaps another love will never come again,
That perhaps you were the last woman,
Whom I could ever love
Whom I could ever love