Alberto Cortez — ¿a Dónde Diablos? song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "¿a Dónde Diablos?" by Alberto Cortez.
Lyrics
їA dnde diablos
habr metido yo los versos que tena
sin terminar, sobre mi mesa todava
aunque no fueran ms de cinco o seis vocablos?
їA dnde diablos?.
ЎEs culpa ma!
aunque haya muchos para hablar del mismo tema
eran los justos moradores del poema
que para ti voy escribiendo cada da,
ЎEs culpa ma!
Se han extraviado
quizs al ver que eran metforas en celo
fue su sonrisa golondrina en pleno vuelo
que sigilosa mis apuntes se ha llevado.
їQu diablos digo?
si solamente con abrir una ventana
y ver el sol que en tus cabellos se derrama
regresan prontos del olvido mis olvidos,
їqu diablos digo?.
Para nombrarte
prefiero usar el corazn al diccionario
porque de siempre es el que lleva el inventario
de tantas cosas con que suelo compararte
para nombrarte.
Sencillamente
te llamo luna, cascabel o caracola
y ya me tienes en la cresta de la ola
buscndote por los espacios transparentes.
Pero…, Ўqu diablos!
si eres la vela que me empuja a mar abierto
eres el debe y el haber de mis aciertos
eres la exacta dimensin de mis retablos,
pero…, Ўqu diablos!
A la deriva
si no pudiera refugiarme en tu mirada
navegara mi razn incontrolada
a la deriva, sin timn, a la deriva.
Sera un milagro
si yo encontrara aquellos versos que tena,
sin terminar sobre mi mesa todava.
їA dnde diablos estarn?, їa dnde diablos?.
Lyrics translation
♪ to hell
I must have put in the verses I had.
unfinished, on my table still
even if they weren't more than five or six words?
what the hell?.
Yes ma fault!
although there are many to talk about the same subject
they were the righteous inhabitants of the poem
that for you I'm writing every da,
Yes ma fault!
They have gone astray
maybe seeing that they were metforas in heat
it was her swallow smile in full flight
how stealthy my notes have taken away.
what the hell am I saying?
if only with opening a window
and see the Sun that spills on your hair
they return ready from oblivion my forgetfulness,
what the hell am I saying?.
To name you
I prefer to use the heart to the dictionary
because he always keeps the inventory.
of so many things I usually compare you to
to name you.
Simply
I call you Moon, Bell or snail
and you've got me on the crest of the wave
look for transparent spaces.
But ... what the hell!
if you're the sail that pushes me to the open sea
you are the must and must of my successes
you are the exact dimension of my altarpieces,
but ... what the hell!
Drifting
if I could not take refuge in your eyes
will sail my uncontrolled razn
drifting, without timn, drifting.
It will be a miracle
if I found those verses I had,
not finished on my table yet.
where the hell are they? what the hell?.