Fernando Delgadillo — Eva en las Frutas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Eva en las Frutas" by Fernando Delgadillo.
Lyrics
Temporada de mangos,
Llega la primavera,
Todo apunta a las tardes
Que marzo sabe mentir.
Y las horas no son largas,
Y tampoco me liberan,
Con sus sueos de manzana
Que se deja conseguir.
Hay aromas de convivi
Y sorpresa en las frutas,
En el animo del viento
Por el que ha visto partir
Las rojas hojas de invierno
Que trajeron uvas agridulces del pasado
Y las del porvenir.
Hay camino a todos lados,
Se abandonan las dudas
Y lo sigues hasta donde
Quieres llegar con l Cosechando con paciencia
En la captura y la aventura,
Los sabores de la vida,
Con su dulce y con su hiel.
Se escasearon las peras
Y aparecen las sandias.
Hoy te viene recordando
Alguna voz, fuente de ayer.
Tengo un sueo de naranjas
Y, en las horas tardas,
Sufro ausencia de duraznos
Que yo no se han vuelto a ver.
Y aqu es donde ha entrado el mango
Con su dulce de amarillos,
Con sus hebras de la vida
No abandones mi sabor.
Y el quizs de otro febrero,
Me entretiene mi sin destino,
Endulzando el jugo de uva
Y el refresco de limn.
En la mesa hay un platn
Que abunda en frutas positivas,
Que el cuchillo del olvido
Abre en los cuadros del mantel.
Luego me ha vuelto su cmplice
La atnita sonrisa,
Con que me convida el mango,
Y yo, me dejo convencer,
De que ya todo est en orden,
Que se van juntando das,
Que mi mundo mandarina
Se ha empezado a componer.
Otro mango, y otro da,
De esa tarde que te marches,
Que las sombras fugitivas
Se escabullen a la par.
De los ctricos sabores
De Manila y de las manchas
Que me dejaron tu au
Lyrics translation
Mango season,
Spring is coming,
Everything points to the afternoons
That marzo can lie.
And the hours are not long,
And they're not releasing me either.,
With his Apple dreams
Which is allowed to be achieved.
There are aromas of convivi
And surprise in the fruits,
In the spirit of the wind
The one you saw go
The red winter leaves
That brought bittersweet grapes from the past
And those of the future.
There's a road everywhere,
Doubts are abandoned
And you follow him to where
Do you want to come up with L harvesting with patience
In capture and adventure,
The flavors of life,
With its sweet and its gall.
The pears were scarce
And the watermelons appear.
Today comes to remind you
Some voice, yesterday's source.
I have a dream of oranges
And, in the late hours,
I suffer absence of peaches
That I haven't seen each other again.
And this is where the handle came in.
With its sweet yellow,
With its strands of life
Don't give up my flavor.
And the quizzes of another February,
I am entertained by my destiny,
Sweetening grape juice
And limn's soda.
On the table there is a platn
That abounds in positive fruits,
That the knife of oblivion
Open in the tablecloth paintings.
Then he made me his accomplice.
The atnita smile,
With what the mango invites me,
And I, I let myself be convinced,
That everything is already in order,
That come together from,
That my Mandarin world
It has begun to compose.
Another handle, and another gives,
That afternoon you left,
That the fugitive shadows
They're sneaking in at par.
Of the ctric flavors
Of Manila and the spots
That left me your au