More songs by El Último De La Fila
Description
Viola: Andrew Brown
Bass: Antonio Fidel
Cello: Caroline Dale
Violin: Christopher Warren Green
Mixer, Producer: David Tickle
Percussion: Hossam Ramzy
Engineer: Ian Cooper
Drums: Juan Carlos García
Percussion, Vocals: Manolo García
Guitar, Keyboards, Producer: Quimi Portet
Violin: Rosemary Furniss
Arranger: Caroline Dale
Writer: Manuel García García-Pérez
Writer: Quimi Portet
Lyrics and translation
Original
Dejé la estepa, cansado y aturdido
Pasto de la ansiedad
No hay otros mundos, pero sí hay otros ojos
Aguas tranquilas en las que fondear
Mar antiguo, madre salvaje
De abrigo incierto que acuna el olivar
Unge mi alma confusa y triste
Ojos azules en los que naufragar
Te he echado tanto de menos
Patria pequeña y fugaz
Que al llegar, cruel del norte, el huracán
No se apague en tu puerto el hogar
Mar antiguo, madre salvaje
En tus orillas, de rodillas, rezaré
Tierra absurda que me hizo absurdo
Nostalgia de un futuro azul en el que anclar
Triste, cansado, con los viejos amigos
El vino y el cantar
Mientras quede un olivo en el olivar
Y una vela latina en el mar
Viejos dioses olvidados
Mantenednos libres de todo mal
Mar antiguo, dios salvaje
De la encina y del gris olivar
English translation
I left the steppe, tired and dazed
Anxiety Grass
There are no other worlds, but there are other eyes
Calm waters in which to anchor
Ancient sea, wild mother
Of uncertain shelter that cradles the olive grove
Anoint my confused and sad soul
Blue eyes in which to sink
I have missed you so much
Small and fleeting homeland
When the hurricane arrives, cruel from the north,
Do not turn off in your home port
Ancient sea, wild mother
On your shores, on my knees, I will pray
Absurd land that made me absurd
Nostalgia for a blue future in which to anchor
Sad, tired, with old friends
Wine and singing
As long as there is an olive tree in the olive grove
And a lateen sail in the sea
Forgotten old gods
Keep us free from all evil
Ancient sea, wild god
Of the oak and the gray olive grove