Amaury Perez — No Lo Van A Impedir song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "No Lo Van A Impedir" by Amaury Perez.
Lyrics
No lo van a impedir la golondrinas
Ni ventanales rotos, ni lunas llenas
Ni todos los andamios, ni las hormigas
Ni flores, ni herejías, ni colmeneras
No lo van a impedir los corre mundos
Ni los soldados, ni las primaveras
Ni aun negándolo el viento de muro en muro
Ni aun negándolo, al fin, donde se crea
No lo van a impedir ni andén, ni esquina
Ni el temor de la virgen si obscurece
Ni el humo de las calles y llovizna
Ni el canto del verano que anochece
No lo van ha impedir ni el falso amigo
Ni el que alimenta el cepo y la tortura
Ni el pequeño ladrón de mano fría
Ni el terrible don Juan de cara dura
No lo van a impedir ni moralistas
Ni el indiscreto encanto del embrujo
Ni ausentes funcionarios, ni arribistas
Ni aspirantes al hacha del verdugo
No lo van s impedir las bandoleras
Ni el letrado galán de poco vuelo
Ni inquisidores, ni aguafiestas
Ni eternos sembradores de veneno
No lo van a impedir los enemigos
Ni atentos intimistas alabados
Ni burócratas tiernos, ni podridos
Ni herederos, ni apóstoles errados
No lo van a impedir del valle al cielo
Ni reyes del honor, ni periodistas
Ni antiguos comediantes, ni embusteros
Ni estudiantes de leyes, ni alquimistas
No lo van a impedir los generales
Ni adorables doncellas pervertidas
Ni apelables procesos judiciales
Ni perros, ni cometas, ni suicidas
No lo van a impedir ni prohibidos
Ni novios convencidos y hechiceros
No lo van a impedir las soledades
A pesar del otoño creceremos
Lyrics translation
They won't stop the swallows
No broken windows, no full moons
Not all scaffolding, not ants
No flowers, no heresies, no beehives
They're not gonna stop him from running worlds.
Not the soldiers, not the springs
Not even denying it the wind from Wall to Wall
Not even denying it, at last, where it is created
They're not going to stop him, neither platform, nor corner.
Nor the fear of the Virgin if it obscures
Nor the smoke from the streets and drizzle
Nor the song of the summer that goes down
They won't stop him.
Nor the one who feeds the trap and the torture
Not even the little cold-handed thief
Nor the terrible Don Juan with a hard face
They're not going to stop it or moralists.
Nor the indiscreet charm of the spell
Neither absent officials, nor arrivals
Nor wannabe executioner's axe
They won't stop the bandoleras.
Nor the gallantry lawyer of little flight
No inquisitors, no party watchers
Nor eternal sowers of poison
The enemies won't stop him.
Nor intimate attentions praised
Not tender bureaucrats, not rotten
No heirs, no wrong Apostles
They won't stop him from the valley to heaven
Nor kings of honor, nor journalists
Neither former comedians, nor deceivers
Neither law students nor Alchemists
The generals won't stop him.
Nor adorable perverted maids
Or appellate court proceedings
No dogs, no comets, no suicides
They will not prevent or forbid it
No convinced boyfriends and sorcerers
It won't be stopped by loneliness
Despite the fall we will grow