Текст и перевод песни Silvina Garre, Diego Clemente & Irene Cadario - Otros pajaros

Otros pajaros

Tiene los pies ligeros como el viento
Y una boca inoportuna siempre abierta.
No sabe mentir, tampoco dice la verdad
Y sufre ataques de cosquillas al atardecer.
Dice que no alcanzan las palabras
Cuando el vuelo de los sueños pierde altura.
Le gusta bailar, se esconde cuando dan las diez
Y manda cartas a cualquiera en algún lugar.
Es así ya no quiere cambiar
Tanta arena bebiendo del mar.
Por el cielo andarán otros pájaros
Este se queda acá.
Es así enemigo del sol,
Luz de luna bañando sus pies.
Por el cielo andarán otros pájaros
Este se queda acá.
Nadie vuelve al punto de partida
Cuando brillan horizontes generosos.
Un juego de amor para toda la eternidad
Parece tonto, darse vuelta y no poder mirar.
Es así ya no quiero cambiar
Tanta arena bebiendo del mar.
Por el cielo andarán otros pájaros
Este se queda acá.
Es así nadie está como ayer,
Se oscurece el puñado del sur.
Por el cielo andarán otros pájaros
Este se queda acá

Other Birds

Her feet are as light as the wind
And her mouth is always open, always saying what's on her mind.
She can't lie, and she doesn't tell the truth
And she gets ticklish at sunset.
She says that words are not enough
When dreams lose their height.
She likes to dance, and she hides when the clock strikes ten
And she sends letters to anyone, anywhere.
That's just the way she is, and she doesn't want to change
Drinking so much sand from the sea.
Other birds will fly through the sky
But this one stays here.
That's just the way she is, an enemy of the sun,
Bathed in moonlight from her toes to her bun.
Other birds will fly through the sky
But this one stays here.
No one goes back to where they started
When horizons are so generous and bright.
A game of love for all eternity
It seems silly to turn around and not be able to look back.
That's just the way she is, and she doesn't want to change
Drinking so much sand from the sea.
Other birds will fly through the sky
But this one stays here.
That's just the way she is, never the same as yesterday,
The dark fist of the south is growing.
Other birds will fly through the sky
But this one stays here