Nana Mouskouri — Madreselva song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Madreselva" by Nana Mouskouri.
Lyrics
Vieja pared del arrabal
tѓє sombra fuѓ© mi compaѓ±era
de mi niѓ±ez sin esplendor
la amiga fuѓ© tu madreselva
Cuando temblando mi amor primero
con su esperanza besa mi alma
yo junto a tѓ pura y feliz
cantaba asѓ mi primera confesiѓіn
Madreselvas en flor que me vieron nacer
y en la vieja pared sorprendieron mi amor
tu humilde caricia, es como el cariѓ±o
primero y divino que siento por ѓ(c)l
Madreselvas en flor que trepando se van
es tu abrazo tenaz, y dulzѓіn como aquel
si todos los aѓ±os tus flores renacen
hacѓ© que no muera mi primer amor
Pasaron los aѓ±os
y mi desengaѓ±os
yo vengo a contarte
mi vieja pared
Cuando temblando mi amor primero
con su esperanza besa mi alma
yo junto a tѓ pura y feliz
cantaba asѓ mi primera confesiѓіn
Madreselvas en flor que me vieron nacer
y en la vieja pared sorprendieron mi amor
tu humilde caricia, es como el cariѓ±o
primero y divino que siento por ѓ(c)l
Madreselvas en flor que trepando se van
es tu abrazo tenaz, y dulzѓіn como aquel
si todos los aѓ±os tus flores renacen
porquѓ© ya no vuelve mi primer amor
hacѓ©: haz (Argentina accent)
Lyrics translation
Old Town Wall
your shadow was my friend
of my child without splendor
the friend was your Honeysuckle
When shaking my love first
with his hope he kisses my soul
me with you pure and happy
I sang like this my first confession
Honeysuckle in bloom that saw me born
and on the old Wall surprised my love
your humble caress is like the caress
first and divine I feel for ѓ (c)l
Blossoming honeysuckles that climbing away
it is your tenacious embrace, and sweet as that
if all the years your flowers are reborn
make my first love not die
Years have passed
and my disappointment
I'm here to tell you
my old Wall
When shaking my love first
with his hope he kisses my soul
me with you pure and happy
I sang like this my first confession
Honeysuckle in bloom that saw me born
and on the old Wall surprised my love
your humble caress is like the caress
first and divine I feel for ѓ (c)l
Blossoming honeysuckles that climbing away
it is your tenacious embrace, and sweet as that
if all the years your flowers are reborn
because my first love doesn't come back anymore
Hac©©: haz (Argentina accent)