Los Tipitos — Campanas En La Noche song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Campanas En La Noche" by Los Tipitos.
Lyrics
Un hombre de frente a una ventana
Súper lúcida la mirada
Recorre el paisaje y no,
no es su interior, es luna.
Son sombras lejanas del bosque
Es algo raro en las estrellas, sonidos que inducen temor
Y también melancolía de esperar
De esperar
Esperar que ella vuelva
y le diga acáestoy mi amor
no existe el olvido,
acáestoy mi amor de vuelta
he venido
Lo puedes creer, no existe el olvido mi amor
No existe…
Su mente inquieta se puebla de historias
Su cuerpo es solo memoria
Es eso que hay que sentir
Con paciencia infinita
Andando las calles ajenas
De hombres que al fin le dan pena
Campanas en la noche
ruidos de melancolía
De esperar
Que esperar?
Esperar que ella vuelva
y le diga acáestoy mi amor
no existe el olvido,
acáestoy mi amor de vuelta
he vencido
No puedes creer, no existe el olvido mi amor
No existe…
Delirio, tremendo, ficción literaria
Secretos que fueron plegaria
Espejo maldito que al fin,
Duplico toda su vida
Andando las calles ajenas
De hombres que al fin le dan pena
Campanas en la noche
ruidos de melancolía
De esperar
Que esperar?
Esperar que ella vuelva
y le diga acáestoy mi amor
no existe el olvido,
acáestoy mi amor de vuelta
he vencido
Lo puedes creer, no existe el olvido mi amor
No existe…
Lyrics translation
A man in front of a window
Super lucid look
Travel the landscape and not,
it's not the inside, it's the moon.
They are distant shadows of the forest
It's a strange thing in the stars, fear-inducing sounds
And also the melancholy of waiting
To wait
Wait for her to come back
and tell him here I am my love
there is no forgetfulness,
here I am my love back
I've come
You can believe it, there is no forgetfulness my love
Does not exist…
His restless mind is full of stories
Your body is just memory
That's what you have to feel
With infinite patience
Walking the streets of others
Of men who at last give him pity
Bells at night
sounds of melancholy
To wait
What to expect?
Wait for her to come back
and tell him here I am my love
there is no forgetfulness,
here I am my love back
I've won
You can't believe, there's no forgetfulness, my love.
Does not exist…
Delirium, tremendous, literary fiction
Secrets that were prayer
Damn mirror that at last,
I double his whole life
Walking the streets of others
Of men who at last give him pity
Bells at night
sounds of melancholy
To wait
What to expect?
Wait for her to come back
and tell him here I am my love
there is no forgetfulness,
here I am my love back
I've won
You can believe it, there is no forgetfulness my love
Does not exist…