Volver
Richie Ray Bobby Cruz Lyrics
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de las luces que a lo lejos
van marcando mi retorno.
Son las mismas que alumbraron
con sus palidos reflejos
hondas horas de dolor.
siempre se vuelve
al primer amor.
La vieja calle
donde me cobijo
tuya es su vida
tuyo es su querer.
Bajo el burlon
mirar de las estrellas
que con indiferencia
hoy me ven volver.
Volver
con la frente marchita
las nieves del tiempo
platearon mi sien.
Sentir
que es un soplo la vida
que veinte anos no es nada
que febril la mirada
errante en las sombras
te busca y te nombra.
Vivir
con el alma aferrada
a un dulce recuerdo
que lloro otra vez.
Tengo miedo del encuentro
con el pasado que vuelve
a enfrentarse con mi vida.
Tengo miedo de las noches
que pobladas de recuerdos
encadenen mi sonar.
Pero el viajero que huye
tarde o temprano
detiene su andar.
Y aunque el olvido
que todo destruye
haya matado mi vieja ilusion,
guardo escondida
una esperanza humilde
que es toda la fortuna
de mi corazon.
Volver
con la frente marchita
las nieves del tiempo
platearon mi sien.
Sentir
que es un soplo la vida
que veinte anos no es nada
que febril la mirada
errante en las sombras
te busca y te nombra.
Vivir
con el alma aferrada
a un dulce recuerdo
que lloro otra vez.
The song "Volver" by Richie Ray and Bobby Cruz is a beautiful and melancholic tribute to the power of first love and the pain of returning to a past that is now irretrievably lost. The lyrics paint a picture of the singer's return to the place where he first experienced love, as he reminisces about the same streetlights that once illuminated his path in times of joy and sorrow. Despite his attempts to move on and forget, he realizes that he is still drawn to those memories and the familiar surroundings that once gave him shelter. He is haunted by a sense of loss and regret, and yet he cannot help but hope for a chance to recapture that lost love, even if it means risking another painful goodbye.
Throughout the song, the singer reflects on the fleeting nature of life and love, as he contemplates the passage of time and the inevitability of change. He feels the weight of the years on his brow, and yet he also feels the warmth of his memories, which have survived the test of time. He acknowledges his fear of facing the past again, knowing that it has the power to either heal him or destroy him. He is torn between the desire to take risks and the need to protect himself, between the hope for a future and the acceptance of a fading present.
The song is an ode to nostalgia and resilience, to the power of memory and longing, and to the bittersweet beauty of life itself. It is a testament to the power of music to capture the essence of human emotion and to express the most complex and profound thoughts and feelings in a language that transcends words.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo adivino el parpadeo
de las luces que a lo lejos
van marcando mi retorno.
I can predict the blinking of the distant lights that are marking my return.
Son las mismas que alumbraron
con sus palidos reflejos
hondas horas de dolor.
They are the same lights that illuminated profound hours of pain with their pale reflections.
Y aunque no quise el regreso
siempre se vuelve
al primer amor.
And although I didn't want to come back, we always return to our first love.
La vieja calle
donde me cobijo
tuya es su vida
tuyo es su querer.
The old street where I took shelter, its life belongs to you, its love belongs to you.
Bajo el burlon
mirar de las estrellas
que con indiferencia
hoy me ven volver.
Under the mocking gaze of the stars that today see me returning with indifference.
Sentir
que es un soplo la vida
que veinte anos no es nada
que febril la mirada
errante en las sombras
te busca y te nombra.
To feel that life is a breath, that twenty years is nothing, that the feverish look wandering in the shadows is searching for and naming you.
Vivir
con el alma aferrada
a un dulce recuerdo
que lloro otra vez.
To live with a soul clinging to a sweet memory that I cry for again.
Tengo miedo del encuentro
con el pasado que vuelve
a enfrentarse con mi vida.
I'm afraid of the encounter with the past that returns to confront my life.
Tengo miedo de las noches
que pobladas de recuerdos
encadenen mi sonar.
I'm afraid of the nights that, populated with memories, chain up my dream.
Pero el viajero que huye
tarde o temprano
detiene su andar.
But the traveler who flees sooner or later stops moving.
Y aunque el olvido
que todo destruye
haya matado mi vieja ilusion,
guardo escondida
una esperanza humilde
que es toda la fortuna
de mi corazon.
And although the forgetting that destroys everything has killed my old illusion, I keep hidden a humble hope which is all the fortune of my heart.
Volver
con la frente marchita
las nieves del tiempo
platearon mi sien.
To come back with a withered forehead, the snows of time have turned my temples grey.
Sentir
que es un soplo la vida
que veinte anos no es nada
que febril la mirada
errante en las sombras
te busca y te nombra.
To feel that life is a breath, that twenty years is nothing, that the feverish look wandering in the shadows is searching for and naming you.
Vivir
con el alma aferrada
a un dulce recuerdo
que lloro otra vez.
To live with a soul clinging to a sweet memory that I cry for again.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Carlos Gardel, Alfredo Le Pera
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