Υπάρχει μια σκιά που δίπλα σου μένει
There's a shadow staying by your side,
δεν σου μιλά, δεν ακούει, δεν ρωτά
it doesn't talk to you, it doesn't listen, it doesn't ask
μα είναι πάντα πιστή
but it's always loyal
Kαι σταθερά πότε σαν φίλη πότε σαν ξένη
and invariably, either as a friend or a stranger,
παίρνει τη θέση αυτού που ποτέ δεν θα ‘ρθει να σε βρει
takes the place of the one who'll never come to find you.
Negrita sombra
Black shadow
Fiel y traidora
loyal and traitorous
Vive dentro de mi
lives inside of me
Y me hyere sin verguenza
and hurts me shamelessly.
No tiene tierra ni tiene paisajes
It has no land or landscape,
Esta matando lentamente mi alegria
it's slowly destroying my happiness.
Αυτό που πάντα λείπει
The one that's always missing
Δεν είναι ιδέα ούτε άνθρωπος δεν είναι αυτό
isn't an idea, nor a person, it's not that.
γεννάει βαθιά την λύπη
It breeds deep sorrow,
γεννάει κι αυτό το ανίκητο κενό
it also breeds this invincible void.
Son todos los sonidos
They're all the sounds,
todas las melodias de una gran mujer
all the melodies of a great woman.
Son todos los caminos
They're all the roads
que me llevaron a atreverme a soñar
that led me dare to dream.
Είναι η σκιά που πάντα δίπλα σου θα ‘ναι
It's the shadow that'll always be by your side
μέσα στο στήθος να πλέκει φωλιά
weaving a nest inside your chest,
και τραγούδι γλυκό
and singing harmoniously
να λέει γι αυτούς που τώρα δεν τραγουδάνε
for those who don't sing anymore
και ζωγραφίζουν χαμόγελα αχνά σ’ ένα βλέμμα υγρό
and paint faint smiles on their wet gaze.
Son todas las pinturas
They're the paintings
De aquellos que ya nunca cantaran
of those who'll never sing anymore,
Son todos los anhelos
they're all the yearning
Por un vida que ya nunca volvera
for a life that won't be coming back.
Son todos los sonidos
They're all the sounds,
todas las melodias de una gran mujer
all the melodies of a great woman.
Son todos los caminos
They're all the roads
que me llevaron a atreverme a soñar
that led me dare to dream.
Αυτό που πάντα λείπει
The one that's always missing
δεν είναι ιδέα ούτε άνθρωπος δεν είναι αυτό
isn't an idea, nor a person, it's not that.
Son todos los anhelos
They're all the yearning
γεννάει κι αυτό το ανίκητο κενό
it also breeds this invincible void.
Son todos los sonidos
They're all the sounds,
todas las melodias de una gran mujer
all the melodies of a great woman,
Son todos los caminos
they're all the roads
Άρχισε να ’χει σώμα, από καιρό
it started taking form since a while ago.