Joan Manuel Serrat — Cantares/Y Nos Dieron Las Diez song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cantares/Y Nos Dieron Las Diez" by Joan Manuel Serrat.
Lyrics
Todo pasa y todo queda
pero lo nuestro es pasar
pasar haciendo caminos
caminos sobre la mar
Nunca perseguí la gloria
ni dejar en la memoria
de los hombres mi canción
yo amo los mundos sutiles
ingrávidos y gentiles
como pompas de jabón
Me gusta verlos pintarse
de sol y grana, volar
bajo el cielo azul, temblar
súbitamente y quebrarse…
Nunca perseguí la gloria.
Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más
caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace camino
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar…
Hace algún tiempo en ese lugar
donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos
se oyó la voz de un poeta gritar:
«Caminante no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar…»
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso…
Murió el poeta lejos del hogar.
Le cubre el polvo de un país vecino.
Al alejarse, le vieron llorar.
«Caminante no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar…»
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso…
Cuando el jilguero no puede cantar.
Cuando el poeta es un peregrino,
cuando de nada nos sirve rezar.
«Caminante no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar…»
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso
Nos dijimos adiós, ojalá que volvamos a vernos,
el verano acabó, el otoño duró lo que tarda en volver el invierno.
Y a tu pueblo el azar, otra vez, el verano siguiente
me llevó y al final del concierto me puse a buscar tu cara entre la gente
y no hallé quien de ti me dijera ni media palabra
parecía como si nos quisiera gastar el destino una broma macabra.
No había nadie detrás de la barra del otro verano
y en lugar de tu bar, me encontré una sucursal del banco hispanoamericano,
tu memoria vengué, a pedradas contra los cristales,
sé que no lo soñé, protestaba mientras me esposaban los municipales
en mi declaración alegué que llevaba tres copas
y empecé esta canción en el cuarto donde aquella vez te quitaba la ropa
Y nos dieron las diez y las once,
las doce y la una, y las dos y las tres
y desnudos al anochecer nos encontró la luna
Y nos dieron las diez y las once,
las doce y la una, y las dos y las tres
y desnudos al anochecer nos encontró la luna
Lyrics translation
Everything passes and everything remains
but our thing is to pass
pass by making paths
roads over the sea
I never pursued the glory
nor Leave In memory
of men my song
I love the subtle worlds
weightless and gentle
like soap bubbles
I like to see them paint themselves
of sun and grit, fly
under the blue sky, tremble
suddenly and break…
I never pursued glory.
Walker, it's your tracks
the road and nothing else
hiker, there's no way,
it makes its way by walking.
Walking makes its way
and when you look back
you see the path that never
you have to step on it again.
Hiker there's no way
but stelas in the sea…
Some time ago in that place
where today the forests are dressed in thorns
The Voice of a poet was heard screaming:
"Walker there is no way,
it makes its way by walking…»
Blow by blow, verse by verse…
The poet died away from home.
It covers the dust of a neighboring country.
As he walked away, he was seen crying.
"Walker there is no way,
it makes its way by walking…»
Blow by blow, verse by verse…
When The Goldfinch can't sing.
When the poet is a pilgrim,
when there's no use in praying.
"Walker there is no way,
it makes its way by walking…»
Blow by blow, verse by verse
Blow by blow, verse by verse
We said goodbye, hopefully we'll see each other again,
summer is over, autumn lasts what it takes to return winter.
And to your random people, again, the following summer
he took me and at the end of the concert I started looking for your face among the people
and I couldn't find any of you to say a word to me
it seemed as if he wanted us to spend fate a macabre joke.
There was no one behind the bar the other summer
and instead of your bar, I found a branch of the Spanish-American bank,
your memory I avenged, stoned against the crystals,
I know I didn't dream about it. I was protesting while I was handcuffed by the town hall.
in my statement I claimed that I had three glasses
and I started this song in the room where I was taking your clothes off that time
And we got ten and eleven,
twelve and one, and two and three
and naked at dusk the moon found us
And we got ten and eleven,
twelve and one, and two and three
and naked at dusk the moon found us