Fernando Delgadillo — Pompas de Jabón song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pompas de Jabón" by Fernando Delgadillo.
Lyrics
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Pompas De Jabon
En la entrada al parque el tipo
soplaba a través del hilo
que envolvía a un alambre
sueños de jabón.
No hay niño que ignore el vuelo
de las burbujas al cielo
desatando alas a la imaginación
Como tardara un buen rato
sin lograr cerrar un trato
fui a cambiar con dos monedas
mis recuerdos y quimeras
por un frasquito azul
como la ilusión.
Me hallé un sendero lejano
en donde, los ojos profanos
de la gente, no me vieran sonreír
y colgué esferas al viento, que
duraban un momento
y estallaban en colores que perdí
Y al fin no me hallé dichoso
sino, todo lo contrario
me dio pena no poder mas
disfrutar con el milagro
de esos tonos que me herían
el corazón
Pompas de jabón
son azules y moradas
pompas de jabón
Te invitan las carcajadas
de un mundo maravilloso
al que quisieras alcanzar
y al tocarlo te das cuenta
que no existe en realidad.
De niño corría tras de ellas
para probar su sabor
para atrapar los colores
que no son más que ilusiones
Prefería las redonditas
fueran grandes o chiquitas
y hoy me niegan el encanto
que me ofrecieran ayer
y aunque le pongo entusiasmo
no he podido más que ver
Pompas de Jabón
tentadoras y felices
Pompas de jabón
de otros tiempos menos grises
que atesoro en la memoria
y que me llenan de emoción
ahí estaba haciendo pompas de jabón
Pompas de jabón
son azules y moradas
Pompas de jabón
te invitan las carcajadas
son reflejos son esferas
que se han remontado al cielo
por el que ruedan ligeras
rumbo al sol
no han sido nada
Solamente han sido pompas de jabón.
Lyrics translation
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Soap Pumps
At the entrance to the park the type
blowing through the thread
that wrapped a wire
soap dreams.
There is no child who ignores the flight
from the bubbles to the sky
unleashing wings to the imagination
As it will take a long time
without making a deal
I went to change with two coins
my memories and chimeras
for a little blue bottle
like illusion.
I found myself a distant path
where, the unholy eyes
of people, they didn't see me smile
and I hung spheres to the wind, which
they lasted a moment
and they burst in colors that I lost
And at last I was not happy
but, quite the opposite
I was sorry I couldn't anymore
enjoy with the miracle
of those tones that hurt me
the heart
Soap pumps
they're blue and purple
soap pumps
You're invited to laugh
from a wonderful world
the one you wanted to reach
and when you touch it you realize
that doesn't really exist.
I ran after them as a child
to taste its flavor
to catch the colors
that are nothing but illusions
I preferred the round ones
they were big or small
and today I'm denied the charm
that I was offered yesterday
and although I give him enthusiasm
I couldn't help but see
Soap pumps
tempting and happy
Soap pumps
from other less grey times
that I treasure in memory
and that fill me with emotion
that's where I was making soap bubbles.
Soap pumps
they're blue and purple
Soap pumps
you're invited to laugh
they're reflections they're spheres
that have gone up to heaven
by which they roll light
heading for the sun
they've been nothing
It was just soap bubbles.