Herido de Amor
Joan Manuel Serrat; Juan Alberto Amargos; OBC Lyrics


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El sol nos olvidó ayer sobre la arena,
nos envolvió el rumor suave del mar,
tu cuerpo me dio calor, tenía frío,
why allí, en la arena, entre los dos nació este poema, este pobre poema de amor para ti.

Mi fruto, mi flor, mi historia de amor, mis caricias.
Mi humilde candil, mi lluvia de abril, mi avaricia. Mi trozo de pan, mi viejo refrán, mi poeta.
La fe que perdí, mi camino why mi carreta.
Mi dulce placer, mi sueño de ayer, mi equipaje.
Mi tibio rincón, mi mejor canción, mi paisaje.
Mi manantial, mi cañaveral, mi riqueza.
Mi leña, mi hogar, mi techo, mi lar, mi nobleza.
Mi fuente, mi said, mi barco, mi red why la arena. Donde te sentí donde te escribí mi poema.





by Konde Cris

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Herido de Amor are poetic and passionate. The song describes a romantic encounter between two people on the beach, with the sun having forgotten about them and the gentle sound of the sea enveloping them. The singer finds warmth in the arms of their lover and in that moment, a poem of love is born. The song goes on to describe the depth of the singer's feelings, referring to their lover as their fruit, their flower, their history of love, their humbled lamp, their April rain, their ambition, their sweet pleasure, their dream of yesterday, and more. The singer sees their lover as their source of wealth, their home, their nobility, and their everything. The song highlights the beauty and power of love and how it can inspire creativity and passion.


The lyrics of Herido de Amor are filled with metaphors and images that paint a picture of a deep and profound love. The song has a romantic and melancholic tone that captures the emotions of lost love and the beauty of memories. Throughout the song, the singer's love is compared to various things such as fruit, flowers, lamps, and rain, which adds depth and richness to the lyrics. The song is a beautiful tribute to love, highlighting the power of love to inspire and enrich one's life.


Line by Line Meaning

El sol nos olvidó ayer sobre la arena,
Yesterday, the sun forgot about us on the sand.


nos envolvió el rumor suave del mar,
The gentle sound of the sea surrounded us.


tu cuerpo me dio calor, tenía frío,
Your body gave me warmth, as I was feeling cold.


why allí, en la arena, entre los dos nació este poema, este pobre poema de amor para ti.
There, on the sand, between the two of us, this poem was born, this poor love poem for you.


Mi fruto, mi flor, mi historia de amor, mis caricias.
You are my fruit, my flower, my love story, and my caresses.


Mi humilde candil, mi lluvia de abril, mi avaricia.
You are my humble lantern, my April rain, and my greed.


Mi trozo de pan, mi viejo refrán, mi poeta.
You are my piece of bread, my old saying, and my poet.


La fe que perdí, mi camino why mi carreta.
You are the faith I lost, my path, and my cart.


Mi dulce placer, mi sueño de ayer, mi equipaje.
You are my sweet pleasure, my yesterday's dream, and my baggage.


Mi tibio rincón, mi mejor canción, mi paisaje.
You are my warm corner, my best song, and my landscape.


Mi manantial, mi cañaveral, mi riqueza.
You are my spring, my cane field, and my richness.


Mi leña, mi hogar, mi techo, mi lar, mi nobleza.
You are my firewood, my home, my roof, my place, and my nobility.


Mi fuente, mi said, mi barco, mi red why la arena. Donde te sentí donde te escribí mi poema.
You are my source, my harvest, my boat, my net, and the sand. It is where I felt you and wrote my poem for you.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JUAN MANUEL SERRAT

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Comments from YouTube:

Nuria Alvarez

Sencillamente maravilloso. Gracias por esta hermosa interpretación!

Maria Eugenia Martinez

Que bella voz, que bello poema! Las cosas bellas no pasan con el tiempo.

MARÍA José Campoy

Maravillosa música, poema e interpretación.

jmamadrid

Gracias por recuperar y compartir este Impresionante directo. Lo vi en su momento en TV y, después de 11 años, me he vuelto a quedar embobado frente a la pantalla, esta vez la del ordenador. Un saludo Juanma

Carlos Enrique Santa Duque

que lindo...
la música,
la letra,
la voz...
si no hay belleza, si no trasciende al tiempo, no hay arte.

ElRincondeGloria

Magnífica interpretación, me quedo embobada escuchándola, tengo el disco "Lorquiana" y el "Sinfónico" de Juanito también, me encantan los dos. Besos y feliz fin de semana Gloria

Ana Maria Mediña

Precioso.gracias Ana belèn.

lamariblanca

Lorca,Serrat y Ana, qué más podemos pedir, una auténtica maravilla. Besosssssssssss

mariaoriental46

Los Machado .
Gloria a todos ellos y muchos a brazos

ladyjilomat

Une grande artiste, complètement ! J´éspère qu´en France vous la connaissez ! bravo Ana !!!

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