Pedro Guerra — Dos Mil Recuerdos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Dos Mil Recuerdos" by Pedro Guerra.
Lyrics
Estos son recuerdos del pasado de lugares ya remotos
cuando no era ms que un trozo del adulto que ahora soy,
de ese viaje que hice en bicicleta con burbujas en el aire,
la ciudad que eran dos calles tan enanas como yo.
Tengo en un bal dos mil recuerdos que quedaron
de aquel tiempo donde guardo la ilusin.
La venta de la Rosa, mil nueve siete dos,
un duro de palotes y un polo de limn,
pelculas con rombos, Gustavo y dos son dos,
la calle de adoquines, la tiza y el creyn.
Nada me ha servido tanta cosa que he aprendido con los aos,
otra vez sobre mis pasos el recuerdo me encontr.
Vuelvo la mirada hacia el pasado y revivo mis canciones
esas viejas emociones que he perdido de mayor.
Tengo en un bal dos mil recuerdos que quedaron
de aquel tiempo de ese olor tan infantil.
Las bolas de los flipper, el gesto de sentir,
la calma como norma, enero como abril,
un sol de plastilina, veranos por vivir,
los mistos que hacen ruido, petardo y regaliz.
Y la Patrulla X ganando para m y estampas en los quioscos y tanto que pedir,
la plaza como excusa, el verbo sin abrir,
un chicle del bazoka y un cuento de Tintn.
Lyrics translation
These are memories of the past from places already remote
when I was no more than a piece of the adult I am now,
from that trip I took on a bicycle with bubbles in the air,
the city that were two streets as small as me.
I have at a ball two thousand memories that are left
from that time where I keep the illusion.
The sale of the Rose, one thousand nine seven two,
a hard stick and a limn pole,
movies with diamonds, Gustavo and two are two,
the cobblestone street, the chalk and the creyn.
Nothing has served me so much that I have learned with the aos,
again upon my steps the memory met me.
I look back and relive my songs
those old emotions I lost growing up.
I have at a ball two thousand memories that are left
from that time of that Childish smell.
The pinball balls, the gesture of feeling,
calm as a rule, January as April,
a plasticine Sun, summers to live,
the mixes that make noise, firecracker and licorice.
And The X Patrol winning for m and stamps at the kiosks and so much to ask for,
the Square as an excuse, the unopened verb,
a bazoka gum and a Tintn story.