Coplas Del Aventurero
Malpais
Ballads of the Adventurer
When you started to sing,
The night opened up,
The sun broke the lampshade
In six colors
And even silence bloomed
Forecasting over the oaks...
When you started to sing
The night opened up.
Leather, wood, and a sound
In every port.
Wicker and salt strings,
Old steel.
Voices born from walking,
Like verses...
Leather, wood, and a sound
In every port.
Adventurer,
Adventurer.
You didn't stay to die,
Nor for your burial.
In a total party
You crossed the sky.
Adventurer,
Adventurer.
If I had your voice
I would be eternal,
Like the blood that paints
The firmament,
I would see the time that passes
Behind time...
If I had your voice,
I would be eternal.
Where can I find you?
Where do I wait for you?
In the Aranjuez tavern
Or in your exile?
Will it be at the bottom of the sea
At dawn?...
Where can I find you?
Where do I wait for you?
Adventurer...
