Julio Iglesias — Minueto song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Minueto" by Julio Iglesias.
Lyrics
Quiero las cosas pequeñas,
Sencillas y ciertas,
Que dejan huella al pasar;
Voy por la vida de frente
Mirando a la gente,
Nada pretendo ocultar.
Soy de un lugar
Donde el viento se calma al llegar,
Donde nadie es mejor ni peor,
Sino igual,
No impota su ideal.
No tengo edad,
Ni presumo de ser liberal,
Ni me gusta que hable
Quien no puede hablar,
Ni que me jusgue el azar.
Entre bohemia y burguesa,
Mi sangre se queja;
Nadie la quiere escuchar,
Y aunque se diga otra cosa
Es roja y no rosa,
Que es su color natural…
Soy de un lugar
Donde el viento se calma al llegar,
Donde nadie es mejor ni peor,
Sino igual,
No impota su ideal.
No tengo edad,
Ni presumo de ser liberal,
Ni me gusta que hable
Quien no puede hablar,
Ni que me jusgue el azar.
Voy más allá
De la mano de mi soledad,
Compañero del viento
Que me ha de llevar,
Busco una tierra y un mar.
De un lugar
Donde el viento se calme al llegar,
Donde no haya mejor ni peor, sino igual,
No importa su ideal.
Lyrics translation
I want the little things,
Simple and true,
That leave a mark when passing;
I'm going for life from the front
Looking at people,
Nothing I intend to hide.
I'm from a place
Where the wind calms down upon arrival,
Where no one is better or worse,
But the same,
It doesn't impinge on his ideal.
I'm not old.,
I don't even presume to be liberal.,
I don't even like him talking.
Who can't talk,
I don't want to risk it.
Between bohemia and bourgeois,
My blood complains;
No one wants to hear it.,
And even if you say something else
It's red and not pink,
Which is its natural color…
I'm from a place
Where the wind calms down upon arrival,
Where no one is better or worse,
But the same,
It doesn't impinge on his ideal.
I'm not old.,
I don't even presume to be liberal.,
I don't even like him talking.
Who can't talk,
I don't want to risk it.
I'm going further
From the hand of my loneliness,
Wind companion
That will take me,
I'm looking for a land and a sea.
From a place
Where the wind calms down upon arrival,
Where there is no better or worse, but the same,
It doesn't matter his ideal.