Celtas Cortos — Se lo llevaron todo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Se lo llevaron todo" by Celtas Cortos.
Lyrics
Se lo llevaron todo, los sueños, los campos la infancia.
Se lo llevaron todo al bosque
bajo mil lanzas.
Marcaron los pasos del camino con furia.
Y cimentaron la desgracia.
Se lo llevaron todo, dejaron mi cuerpo llorando a la luna.
Como un fruto vacío,
rebosando negrura.
En la oscuridad del tiempo, nadando en las dunas.
Se llevaron todo y robaron la voz del pueblo.
A golpe de cruces, a golpe de odio, a golpe
de miedo.
Se lo llevaron todo pero no pudieron atrapar la inmensidad del mar del cielo.
Se lo llevaron casi todo menos tus manos en mi cuello.
Menos todos los besos
almacenados en invierno.
Se lo llevaron casi todo menos los años eternos.
Respirando sin fragmentar el tiempo.
Se lo llevaron casi todo menos las tardes del otoño.
Menos la amplia primavera palpitando en cada poro.
Menos la amplia primavera palpitando en cada poro.
Se lo llevaron todo y robaron
la voz del pueblo.
A golpe de cruces, a golpe de odio a golpe de miedo.
Se lo llevaron todo pero no pudieron atrapar, pero no pudieron atrapar,
la inmensidad del cielo.
Se lo llevaron todo y robaron la voz del pueblo.
A golpe de cruces, a golpe de odio, a golpe de miedo.
(Gracias a Rubenillo92 por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
They took everything, the dreams, the fields, the childhood.
They took everything to the forest
under a thousand Spears.
They marked the steps of the road with fury.
And they cemented the misfortune.
They took everything, left my body crying to the moon.
Like an empty fruit,
overflowing blackness.
In the darkness of time, swimming in the dunes.
They took everything and stole the voice of the people.
At the stroke of crosses, at the stroke of hate, at the stroke
scared.
They took everything but could not catch the vastness of the sea of heaven.
They took almost everything but your hands on my neck.
Minus all kisses
stored in winter.
They took away almost everything but the eternal years.
Breathing without fragmenting time.
They took away almost everything except the autumn afternoons.
Minus the broad spring throbbing in every pore.
Minus the broad spring throbbing in every pore.
They took everything and stole it.
The Voice of the people.
A blow of crosses, a blow of hate a blow of fear.
They took everything but they couldn't catch, but they couldn't catch,
the vastness of heaven.
They took everything and stole the voice of the people.
A blow of crosses, a blow of hate, a blow of fear.
(Thanks to Rubenillo92 for this letter)