More songs by El Último De La Fila
Description
Bass: Antonio Fidel
Mixer, Producer: David Tickle
Percussion: Hossam Ramzy
Engineer: Ian Cooper
Drums: Juan Carlos García
Vocals: Manolo García
Keyboards: Nacho Lesko
Lute: Pedro Javier González
Guitar, Keyboards, Producer: Quimi Portet
Composer: Manuel García García-Pérez
Composer: Quimi Portet
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tela, cinta, otra vez a empezar
Lápiz, tinta, y al paisaje a robar
Y al placer de reencontrar
El limbo de un tiempo que se nos va
Libro, nube, ese es mi descanso
Árbol, fuente, cada vez que despierto
Ser durmiente, en la espuma de un antojo camuflarse
Para completa inocencia
En las calderas del sueño divagar
Que los días se van, río son
Ahora quiero sentir, caminar
Ahora quiero pintar, percibir
El color de esa flor que se marchitará
Pinto verdes parajes de belleza desolada
Vivo lo efímero y su valor
Bebo, apuro desperdicios de mi vida
Me recojo en la templanza de la tregua que me da
La anestesia del recuerdo
Que los días se van, río son
Ahora quiero sentir, caminar
Ahora quiero pintar, percibir
El verano fugaz que ya se nos va
Lápiz, tinta, y al placer de reencontrar
English translation
Fabric, tape, start again
Pencil, ink, and the landscape to steal
And to the pleasure of meeting again
The limbo of a time that is passing us by
Book, cloud, that's my rest
Tree, fountain, every time I wake up
Being a sleeper, camouflage in the foam of a craving
For complete innocence
In the cauldrons of sleep wander
That the days go by, they are a river
Now I want to feel, walk
Now I want to paint, perceive
The color of that flower that will wither
I paint green places of desolate beauty
I live the ephemeral and its value
I drink, I waste my life
I gather myself in the temperance of the truce that it gives me
The anesthesia of memory
That the days go by, they are a river
Now I want to feel, walk
Now I want to paint, perceive
The fleeting summer that is already leaving us
Pencil, ink, and the pleasure of finding again