El manantial - Nacha Guevara

Ay amor, que te vas

Como un ave fugaz

Y el plumaje lo deja

Donde se ha ido

Ay amor, que te vas

Esperando encontrar

Lo que nunca has hallado ni hallarás

Érase un camino muerto

Por los años y el dolor

De ser camino y no poder caminar

Lo ataban al cruel destino

De esperar y esperar

Y llegó un manantial

Cauce joven de amar

Y se puso a regar lo que murió

Ni el amor ni el dolor

De agua fresca de amar

Pudieron impedir lo que pasó

Érase un camino muerto

Por los años y el dolor

De ser camino y no poder caminar

Lo ataban al cruel destino

De esperar, y esperar

Y llegó un manantial

Cauce joven de amar

Y se puso a regar lo que murió

Ni el amor ni el dolor

De agua fresca de amar

Pudieron impedir lo que pasó

El manantial se secó

El camino se murió

Oh love, you're leaving

like a fleeting bird

And the plumage leaves it

Where did he go

Oh love, you're leaving

Hoping to find

What you have never found nor will you find

Once upon a dead road

For the years and the pain

Of being a road and not being able to walk

They tied him to cruel fate

Of waiting and waiting

And a spring came

young bed of love

And she began to water what died

Neither love nor pain

fresh water to love

They were able to prevent what happened

Once upon a dead road

For the years and the pain

Of being a road and not being able to walk

They tied him to cruel fate

To wait, and wait

And a spring came

young bed of love

And he began to water what died

Neither love nor pain

fresh water to love

They were able to prevent what happened

the spring dried up

the road died