Maria Elena Walsh — Manubrio Azul song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Manubrio Azul" by Maria Elena Walsh.
Lyrics
Un abuelo, un abuelo muy viejito
por el parque se pasea con bastón.
No le importa si llegó la primavera,
sólo espera cobrar la jubilación.
De repente, de repente se detiene
y algo busca que se le perdió.
Mira al suelo, mira al cielo
y mira alrededor.
Por dónde andará -manubrio azul-
color de un triciclo del ayer.
Un juguete de pura nostalgia
que a su infancia lo lleve otra vez,
que se ponga a rodar para atrás
hasta mil novecientos tres.
Por dónde andará -manubrio azul-
relámpago de felicidad.
El abuelo se trepa a una hamaca,
se desliza por el tobogán
y cabalgando en el sube y baja
a su antigua niñez se va.
Por dónde andará -manubrio azul-
amor que el olvido le robó.
El azul de su viejo triciclo
de repente lo halló en una flor,
una flor que esperaba en el tiempo
y sólo por él florece hoy.
Un abuelo, un abuelo muy viejito
por el parque se pasea con bastón.
Sólo espera recobrar la primavera,
no le importa nada la jubilación.
De repente, de repente se detiene
a ponerse la flor en el ojal.
Ese algo que esperaba
no se marchitará.
Lyrics translation
A grandfather, a very old grandfather
walking around the park with a cane.
He doesn't care if spring comes,
he's just waiting to collect his retirement.
Suddenly, suddenly stops
and something he's looking for is missing.
Look at the ground, look at the sky
and look around.
Where Will you walk-blue handlebar-
color of a tricycle from yesterday.
A toy of pure nostalgia
May his childhood take him again,
let it roll back
up to a thousand nine hundred and three.
Where Will you walk-blue handlebar-
lightning of happiness.
Grandpa climbs a hammock,
it slides down the slide
and riding in the up and down
to his old childhood he leaves.
Where Will you walk-blue handlebar-
love that Oblivion stole from him.
The blue of his old tricycle
suddenly he found it in a flower,
a flower that waited in time
and only for him it blooms today.
A grandfather, a very old grandfather
walking around the park with a cane.
Just hope to recover the spring,
he doesn't care about retirement.
Suddenly, suddenly stops
to put the flower on the buttonhole.
That something I expected
it won't wither.