Cantaré - Pastora Soler

A todo lo imposible,

al cielo azul de Andalucía,

al niño que sonríe,

al mar en calma,

al sol que brilla…

Es lo que siempre quise,

me faltaría el aire sin cantar…

A ese amor que sigue

sembrando sueños en mi almohada,

a mis buenas raíces,

a lo perdido, a la esperanza…

Si algo me lo impide,

no sé qué haría sin poder cantar…

No sé que haría…

Cantaré,

por más que vengan días grises,

Cantaré,

tal vez así serán felices,

Cantaré,

que es mi manera de sentirme viva,

con todo el alma…

Cantaré,

nací cantando así he de irme,

Cantaré,

igual que a un ave me hace libre,

Cantaré,

porqué no sé decirte de otro modo,

lo que siento

lo que enciende el corazón,

Yo cantaré…

Al verso que me escribes,

a la mirada de una madre,

al llanto de esa virgen,

a mis amigos y a mi sangre…

Es lo que siempre quise,

me faltaría el aire sin cantar…

Me faltaría…

Cantaré…

To everything impossible,

to the blue sky of Andalusia,

to the boy who smiles,

to the calm sea,

to the shining sun...

It's what I always wanted

I would be short of breath without singing...

To that love that follows

planting dreams on my pillow,

to my good roots,

to the lost, to the hope…

If something prevents me,

I don't know what I would do without being able to sing...

I do not know what I would do…

I will sing

no matter how gray days come,

I will sing

maybe that way they will be happy,

I will sing

which is my way of feeling alive,

with all my soul...

I will sing

I was born singing like this I have to go,

I will sing

just like a bird makes me free,

I will sing

because I don't know how to tell you otherwise,

what I feel

what ignites the heart,

I will sing…

To the verse that you write to me,

in the eyes of a mother,

to the tears of that virgin,

to my friends and to my blood…

It's what I always wanted

I would be short of breath without singing...

I would miss...

I will sing…