More songs by Pablo López
Description
No matter how you look at life, it still seems to be moving a little slower than you'd like. But that's the beauty of it: footsteps in the dust, the smell of mint and old walls where the voices of the past echo. Everything breathes with warmth, like the air in the south after rain - a little damp, thick, and as if it knows something it won't tell. No rush, no struggle - just a rhythm like flowing water that doesn't argue. It's just walking. And all around - time, people, the wind, greenery, gold, and all of it lives its own "a paso lento" - at its own pace, which might just be the right one.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tiempo, tierra, viento, hiedra.
A paso lento, a paso lento.
Verde, oro, vivo y solo.
A paso lento, a paso lento.
Sueñan voces en los patios de la Alhambra, cantos tan antiguos como yo y una canción que duele a ti.
Tiempo, gente, agua y fuente.
A paso lento, a paso lento.
English translation
Time, earth, wind, ivy.
At a slow pace, at a slow pace.
Green, gold, alive and alone.
At a slow pace, at a slow pace.
Voices dream in the courtyards of the Alhambra, songs as old as me and a song that hurts you.
Time, people, water and source.
At a slow pace, at a slow pace.