Fernando Delgadillo — Navegante song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Navegante" by Fernando Delgadillo.
Lyrics
Sigo viniendo pero no es lo mismo
Ahora hasta el lago tiene otro color
Yo le aseguro que entre los domingos
De antes uno se senta mejor.
Con todo el alboroto de la gente
Luego la cola para el alquiler
Con todo y todo uno se siente solo
Pero no creo que se vaya a componer.
Yo vengo al lago por esas costumbres
Que conservo en mi nostalgia por el mar
Siempre que vine lo hice con Amanda
Y vamos, era solo cosa de remar.
Pasamos tardes viendo el sol poniente
Yo amaba los puentes, la bruma y su piel
Pero ella sabe, ya tena sus planes
Y en ellos no entraba yo con mi papel.
Tuvo a su nia y continu casada
De ese asunto, ya ni quise averiguar
La extrao mucho ms si estoy en casa
Y por eso me doy la vuelta por ac…
Cuando mis remos se hunden
Bajo las obscuras sombras
Dejando remolinos como mi seal
El lago esconde cosas
Que a veces no se nombran
Y en cualquier vieja barca
Las voy…
Slo dejando atrs
Las voy dejando atrs
El viento hace figuras como artfice
Peinando la ondulante superficie
Lacustre que ha dormido un sueo
Del que no va despertar.
Miro a los cisnes
Que jams alzaron vuelo
Y no ha sido el sol
Quien conquist ste cielo
En donde ests?, Amanda, en donde ests?
Amanda, en donde ests…
Me acostumbre a ste sitio
Y su silencio porque con Amanda
Aqu he aprendido a amar.
Yo le dejaba con sus pensamientos
Y me entretena mirndole volar
Y hundir los remos
En las verdes aguas
Y luego empujar
Tirando para atrs.
Aqu remando
Me gusta ir pensando
Que un da de estos
Voy a irme a vivir al mar,
Antes soaba que ira a
Lyrics translation
I keep coming but it's not the same
Now even the lake has another color
I assure you that between Sundays
You feel better from before.
With all the hustle and bustle of the people
Then the queue for rent
With everything and everything you feel alone
But I don't think it's gonna work out.
I come to the lake because of these customs
That I keep in my nostalgia for the sea
Every time I came, I did it with Amanda.
And come on, it was just a rowing thing.
We spend evenings watching the setting sun
I loved bridges, mist and their skin
But she knows, already have her plans
And I didn't get into them with my role.
She had her daughter and she was still married.
Of that matter, I didn't even want to find out
I get a lot more if I'm home
And that's why I turn around ac…
When my oars sink
Under the dark shadows
Leaving swirls like my seal
The lake hides things
That sometimes are not named
And in any old boat
I'm going…
Slo leaving atrs
I'm leaving them atrs
The wind makes figures like artfice
Combing the undulating surface
Lake that has slept a dream
The one who won't wake up.
I look at the Swans
That jams lifted flight
And it hasn't been the sun
Who conquers Ste Sky
Where Are you at? Amanda, Where Are you?
Amanda, Where Are you?…
I get used to this site
And his silence because with Amanda
Here I have learned to love.
I left him with his thoughts
And I am entertained by flying mirndole
And sink the oars
In the green waters
And then push
Taking off for atrs.
Aqu paddling
I like to go thinking
What a Gives of these
I'm going to go live by the sea,
Before it sounded like going to