Abel Pintos — Amemonos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Amemonos" by Abel Pintos.
Lyrics
Buscaba mi alma con afán tu alma
buscaba yo la virgen que mi frente,
tocaba con sus labios dulcemente
en el febril insomnio del amor.
Buscaba yo la mujer pálida y bella
que en sueño me visita desde niño,
para partir con ella mi cariño
para partir con ella mi dolor.
Como en la sacra soledad de templo,
sin ver a Dios se siente tu presencia,
yo presentí en el mundo tu existencia,
y como a Dios sin verte te adoré.
No preguntaba ni sabía tu nombre,
en donde iba a encontrarte lo ignoraba,
pero tu imagen dentro de mi alma estaba,
mas bien presintiendo una ilusión.
Amémonos mi bien en este mundo,
donde lágrimas tantas se derraman,
las que vierten quizás los que se aman,
y tiene un no se que de bendición.
Amar es empapar el pensamiento
en la fragancia del edén perdido,
amar… amar es llevar herido
con un dardo celeste el corazón.
Es tocar los dinteles de la gloria
es ver tus ojos es escuchar tu acento
es en el alma sentir el firmamento
y es morir a tus pies de adoración.
(Gracias a Noemi por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
I was looking for my soul with eagerness your soul
I was looking for the Virgin that my forehead,
he played with his lips sweetly
in the feverish insomnia of love.
I was looking for the pale and beautiful woman
that in dream he visits me since childhood,
to leave with her my love
to break with her my pain.
As in the sacred solitude of the temple,
without seeing God you feel your presence,
I present in the world your existence,
and as God without seeing you, I worshipped you.
I didn't ask or know your name.,
where I was gonna find you I didn't know,
but your image within my soul was,
more like an illusion.
Let's love my good in this world,
where so many tears are shed,
the ones that pour maybe the ones that love each other,
and he's got a blessing.
To love is to soak the thought
in the fragrance of Lost Eden,
to love ... to love is to carry hurt
with a sky dart the heart.
It is touching the lintels of glory
it's seeing your eyes it's hearing your accent
it is in the soul to feel the firmament
and it is to die at your feet of worship.
(Thanks to Noemi for this letter)