More songs by Iseo & Dodosound
Description
Trombone - Marcos Crespo
Tenor saxophone - Alberto Engita
Trumpet - Ruben Garcia
Flute - Angela Iraneta
Baritone saxophone - Ignacio Sanchez
Trumpet - Alberto Sansol
Guitars: Willie Fuego
Keyboards, organs and synthesizers: Chavi Ontoria
Percussion: Roberto Sanchez
Recording Engineers: Alberto Iriarte, Josue Erviti
Master: Simon Caponi
Lyrics and translation
Original
Volando, volando, tengo la cabeza volando.
Otra vez.
¿Eh? ¿Otra vez lo quieres escuchar?
Okey.
Ready now. Volando, volando, tengo la cabeza volando.
Volando, volando, todas mis ideas volando.
Volando, volando, tengo la cabeza volando.
De noche y de día yo voy por las nubes bailando.
A veces corazón, a veces es la mente.
No está fácil la cosa, intento estar presente. Me llega el aire fresco, qué rico se siente.
Te traigo una canción, mira, que te la cuente. Cada vez que me elevo es diferente.
Volando a ras de suelo en medio de la gente. Sigo en la mía, siempre de frente.
Y cuando bajo a tierra pienso en la siguiente. Ajá.
Volando, volando, tengo la cabeza volando.
Volando, volando, todas mis ideas volando.
Volando, volando, tengo la cabeza volando.
De noche y de día yo voy por las nubes bailando.
Contra una roca, como rompen las olas. Entre las nubes nunca estamos a solas.
Esta canción es para la soñadora. Cuando anochece se le pasan las horas.
En pleno vuelo con la mente apagada. A los que vuelan se les ve en la mirada.
Dame tu mano, yo soy la que controla. En las alturas yo te canto mi rola.
Ajá. Volando, volando, tengo la cabeza volando.
Volando, volando, todas mis ideas volando.
Volando, volando, tengo la cabeza volando.
De noche y de día yo voy por las nubes bailando.
English translation
Flying, flying, my head is flying.
Again.
Hey? Do you want to hear it again?
Okay.
Ready now. Flying, flying, my head is flying.
Flying, flying, all my ideas flying.
Flying, flying, my head is flying.
By night and day I go dancing through the clouds.
Sometimes heart, sometimes it's the mind.
It's not easy, I try to be present. The fresh air comes to me, how delicious it feels.
I bring you a song, look, let me tell it to you. Every time I rise it's different.
Flying low to the ground among people. I continue in mine, always facing forward.
And when I go ashore I think about the next one. Aha.
Flying, flying, my head is flying.
Flying, flying, all my ideas flying.
Flying, flying, my head is flying.
By night and day I go dancing through the clouds.
Against a rock, like waves break. Among the clouds we are never alone.
This song is for the dreamer. When it gets dark the hours go by.
In full flight with the mind off. You can see those who fly in their eyes.
Give me your hand, I am the one who controls. In the heights I sing my song to you.
Aha. Flying, flying, my head is flying.
Flying, flying, all my ideas flying.
Flying, flying, my head is flying.
By night and day I go dancing through the clouds.