Mango — Volver song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Volver" by Mango.
Lyrics
Yo adivino el parpadeo
de las luces que a lo lejos,
van marcando mi retorno.
Son las mismas que alumbraron,
con sus pálidos reflejos,
hondas horas de dolor.
Y aunque no quise el regreso,
siempre se vuelve al primer amor.
La vieja calle donde el eco dijo:
tuya es su vida, tuyo es su querer,
bajo el burlón mirar de las estrellas
que con indiferencia hoy me ven volver.
Volver,
con la frente marchita,
las nieves del tiempo
platearon mi sien.
Sentir,
que es un soplo la vida,
que veinte años no es nada,
que es febril la mirada
errante en las sombras
te busca y te nombra.
Vivir,
con el alma aferrada
a un dulce recuerdo,
que lloro otra vez.
Tengo miedo del encuentro
con el pasado que vuelve
a enfrentarse con mi vida.
Tengo miedo de las noches
que, pobladas de recuerdos,
encadenan mi soñar.
Pero el viajero que hulle,
tarde o temprano detiene su andar
y aunque el olvido que todo destruye,
haya matado mi vieja ilusión,
guardo escondida una esperanza humilde,
que es toda la fortuna de mi corazón.
Volver,
con la frente marchita,
las nieves del tiempo
platearon mi sien.
Sentir,
que es un soplo la vida,
que veinte años no es nada,
que es febril la mirada
errante en las sombras
te busca y te nombra.
Vivir,
con el alma aferrada
a un dulce recuerdo,
que lloro otra vez.
Sentir,
que es un soplo la vida,
que veinte años no es nada,
que es febril la mirada
errante en las sombras
te busca y te nombra.
Vivir,
con el alma aferrada
a un dulce recuerdo,
que lloro otra vez.
Lyrics translation
I guess the blink
from the lights that far away,
they're marking my return.
They're the same ones that lit up,
with its pale reflections,
hours of pain.
And even though I didn't want to return,
he always goes back to first love.
The Old Street where the Echo said:
yours is his life, yours is his love,
under the mocking look of the stars
that with indifference today they see me coming back.
Return,
with withered forehead,
the Snows of time
they silvered my temple.
Feel,
that's a breath life,
that twenty years is nothing,
which is feverish the look
wandering in the shadows
he looks for you and names you.
Live,
with the soul clinging
to a sweet memory,
that I cry again.
I'm afraid of the encounter
with the past coming back
to face my life.
I'm afraid of the nights
that, populated with memories,
they chain up my dream.
But the traveler who hulle,
sooner or later he stops walking
and though oblivion destroys everything,
have killed my old illusion,
I keep hidden a humble hope,
which is the fortune of my heart.
Return,
with withered forehead,
the Snows of time
they silvered my temple.
Feel,
that's a breath life,
that twenty years is nothing,
which is feverish the look
wandering in the shadows
he looks for you and names you.
Live,
with the soul clinging
to a sweet memory,
that I cry again.
Feel,
that's a breath life,
that twenty years is nothing,
which is feverish the look
wandering in the shadows
he looks for you and names you.
Live,
with the soul clinging
to a sweet memory,
that I cry again.