Monica Molina - Pequeno fado
Sucedió que en mi frío,
arribaste a mi puerta;
y en mi corazón de estío,
encontraste el calor. Te dejé en mi costado,
de mujer a tu vera;
y mientras la noche afuera,
disfrazaba el temor. "Que sencillo es quererte"
me decías bajito;
y tu boca me buscaba,
escondites bajo el sol. Y quisiste quedarte,
y quemarte en mi hoguera;
me desesperó la espera, amor,
y se hizo hielo la pasión. Ref:
Dime si aún me recuerdas,
en tus naufragios,
de sangre y sal.
Dime si no te muerde la soledad. Sucedió que una noche,
de alacranes y estrellas;Monica Molina - Pequeno fado - http://motolyrics.com/monica-molina/pequeno-fado-lyrics-english-translation.html
me regalaste tu huella,
y con ella el adiós. Me dejaste palabras,
risas, versos y heridas;
y ese sabor en mi vida,
que es el sabor del dolor. Ref:
Dime si me recuerdas,
en tus naufragios;
de sangre y sal.
Dime si no te muerde la soledad. Sucedió que una tarde,
de palomas ya muertas;
apareciste en mi huerta,
ya cansado de soñar. Y en mis brazos de hoguera,
declinaron tus ojos;
y tu sombra y mi sombra, amor,
se adentraron en el mar. Y tu sombra y mi sombra, amor;
y tu sombra y mi sombra,
se perdieron en el mar.
Monica Molina - Little (English translation)
It happened that in my calm,
He appeared at my door;
And in my summer heart,
You found heat.
I left you at my side,
Of woman, at your edge;
And while outside, the night,
Disguised the fear.
"It's so easy loving you"
Were you saying with a low voice;
And your mouth was looking for me,
Hiding under the sun.
And you wanted to stay.
And burn you in the bonfire;
I am desperated by the waiting, love,
And the passion turned into ice.
Tell me if you are still remembering me,
In your failures,
Of blood and salt.
Tell me if the loneliness isn't eating you away.
It happened that one night,
Of scorpions and stars;Monica Molina - Pequeno fado - http://motolyrics.com/monica-molina/pequeno-fado-lyrics-english-translation.html
You gave me your track (footprint),
And with it, your goodbye.
You left me words,
Laughs, verses and pains;
And that flavour in my life,
Which is the flavour of grief.
Tell me if you are still remembering me,
In your failures,
Of blood and salt.
Tell me if the loneliness isn't eating you away.
It happened that one noon,
Of doves and dead;
You appeared in my garden,
Tired of dreaming.
And in my bonfire arms,
Your eyes were declining;
And your shadow and my shadow, love,
Went into the sea.
And your shadow and my shadow, love;
And your shadow and my shadow
Lost in the sea.