Pedro Guerra — El Viaje song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Viaje" by Pedro Guerra.
Lyrics
Siempre hay un viaje que se piensa
Y al final nunca se da
Barco pendiente de partir
Que nunca parte
En el origen del que anhela
Un impulso de viajar
Blanco pañuelo que no acaba
De cortar el aire
En el deseo de ese viaje está el legado
Inesperado
Las emociones que no fueron presentidas
Y son la vida
En la canción que no se espera está El Dorado
No contemplado
Ciudad oculta que no está en ninguna guía
Y que es la vida
¡y que es la vida!
Siempre hay un viaje que se piensa
Y al final nunca se da
Barco pendiente de partir
Que nunca parte
En el origen del que anhela
Un impulso de viajar
Blanco pañuelo que no acaba
De cortar el aire
En la pasión que se desprende está el señuelo
Como en un juego
El laberinto de las salas escondidas
Que son la vida
En el amor que se presiente está el deshielo
La flor de fuego
El bosque de las ilusiones compartidas
Y que es la vida
¡y que es la vida!
Siempre hay un viaje que se piensa
Y al final nunca se da
Barco pendiente de partir
Que nunca parte
En el origen del que anhela
Un impulso de viajar
Blanco pañuelo que no acaba
De cortar el aire
Leia leia leia lei
Leia leia leia lei
Leia leia leia lei
Leia leia leia lei
Lyrics translation
There's always a trip you think about
And in the end it never gives
Ship pending to depart
That never leaves
At the origin of the one who longs
An impulse to travel
White handkerchief that does not end
Cutting the air
In the desire of that journey is the legacy
Unexpected
Emotions that were not present
And they are life
In the song that is not expected is the Golden One
Not covered
Hidden city that is not in any guide
And what is life
and that's life!
There's always a trip you think about
And in the end it never gives
Ship pending to depart
That never leaves
At the origin of the one who longs
An impulse to travel
White handkerchief that does not end
Cutting the air
In the passion that emerges is the decoy
Like in a game
The labyrinth of hidden rooms
That are life
In the love that is present is the thaw
The flower of fire
The forest of shared illusions
And what is life
and that's life!
There's always a trip you think about
And in the end it never gives
Ship pending to depart
That never leaves
At the origin of the one who longs
An impulse to travel
White handkerchief that does not end
Cutting the air
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