Olivos
Arde Bogotá
Arde Bogotá
Lyrics & Translation
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Original Lyrics
SpanishA veces me imagino muerto
Sometimes I imagine myself dead
Y me ayuda a relajarme
And it helps me relax
A callar las palabras
To silence the words
A veces me imagino seco
Sometimes I imagine myself dry
Como un olivo que se parte
Like an olive tree that splits
Bajo sus propias ramas
Beneath its own branches
Si solo me pudiera ir con las nubes salvajes
If only I could go away with the wild clouds
¿Y cómo desdoblarme?
And how do I unfold myself?
Y ver a este olivo desde fuera y hablarle
And see this olive tree from outside and speak to it
Vendría a decirle
I would come and tell it
Que hay algún lugar donde el aire
That there's some place where the air
Huele a sal y viene a contarte
Smells of salt and comes to tell you
Que a todos los olivos miserables
That all the miserable olive trees
Vendrá la primavera a abrazarles
Spring will come to embrace them
Soy como un olivo viejo
I am like an old olive tree
Intentando escaparse
Trying to escape
De la madera en llamas
From the burning wood
Yo, como un olivo viejo
I, like an old olive tree
Enterrado en mis ganas
Buried in my longing
De elevarme
To rise up
Si solo me pudiera ir con las nubes salvajes
If only I could go away with the wild clouds
¿Y cómo desdoblarme?
And how do I unfold myself?
Y ver a este olivo desde fuera y hablarle
And see this olive tree from outside and speak to it
Vendría a decirle
I would come and tell it
Que hay algún lugar donde el aire
That there's some place where the air
Huele a sal y viene a contarte
Smells of salt and comes to tell you
Que a todos los olivos miserables
That all the miserable olive trees
Vendrá la primavera a abrazarles
Spring will come to embrace them
A abrazarles
To embrace them
A abrazarme
To embrace me
A abrazarme
To embrace me
Vendría a decirle
I would come and tell it
Que a todos los olivos miserables
That all the miserable olive trees
Vendrá la primavera a abrazarles
Spring will come to embrace them
Vuelve a decirme
Tell me again
Que a todos los olivos miserables
That all the miserable olive trees
Vendrá la primavera a abrazarnos
Spring will come to embrace us
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