Canciones - Pedro Guerra

Cada cancion va abrazada a un recuerdo

Como el tapiz que pudimos bordar;

El primer porro, aquellos amigos

21st Century Schizoid Man

Una cancion, un instante en un album

En que la vida se posa y se va

Como un resumen pactado del tiempo

Vull que el dia sigui net i clar

Una cancion son los dias que fueron

Y es el manana que habra de pasar

Es la inocencia que nunca se pierde

Y nunca te he de olvidar

Una cancion es un libro de viajes

Lleva bordada la luz que quedo

Quesa seera di luglio il cielo

If you see her, say hello

Una cancion es un nino que crece

Busca, se niega, se afirma y se da

Siente el oscuro vacio del tiempo

Un discurso sobre mi derecho a hablar

Una cancion es un dia de lluvia

(Desde ou inicio estaba voce)

Tus dedos largos, Moscu y el frio

Si estas entre volver y no volver

Una cancion es la casa que somos

Lo que guardamos en cada cajon

Y no hay polilla que acabe este embrujo

Is this love, is this love, is this love

Cada cancion es el alma de un beso

Una avenida a la que inunda el mar

El contoneo salado del viento

Ne me quite pa, ne me quite pa

Each song is embraced by a memory

Like the tapestry we were able to embroider;

The first joint, those friends

21st Century Schizoid Man

A song, a moment in an album

In which life settles and leaves

Like an agreed summary of time

Vull that the day followed net i clar

A song is the days that were

And it is the tomorrow that will happen

It's the innocence that is never lost

And I will never forget you

A song is a travel book

The light that remains is embroidered

Quesa di luglio il cielo

If you see her, say hello

A song is a child that grows

Seeks, denies, affirms and gives

Feel the dark emptiness of time

A speech about my right to speak

A song is a rainy day

(From the beginning I was voice)

Your long fingers, Moscow and the cold

If you are between going back and not going back

A song is the house that we are

What we keep in each drawer

And there is no moth that ends this spell

Is this love, is this love, is this love

Every song is the soul of a kiss

An avenue flooded by the sea

The salty waddle of the wind

Don't take me away, don't take me away