Linda Ronstadt - Gritenme Piedras Del Campo English translation lyrics

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Scream To Me Stones In The Field

I am like the wind
That runs all around this world
Surrounded by pleasure
But it is never mine

I am like a bird
A prisoner sunk in your love
Even though the cage is golden
It doesn't keep it from being a prison

Talk to me mountains and valleys
Scream to me stones in the field
When have you ever seen anyone
Love like I am loving
Cry like I am crying
Die like I am dying

Sometimes I feel I'm the sun
The world is not important to me
Later I wake up and laugh
I am more or less nothing

In the end
I'm in this world like a feather in the air
Going through life with no direction
And it's all your fault

Gritenme Piedras Del Campo

Soy como el viento que corre
Alrededor de este mundo
Ando entre muchos placeres
Pero no es suyo ninguno

Soy como el pájaro en jaula
Preso y hundido en tu amor
Aunque la jaula sea de oro
No deja de ser prisión

Hablén me montes y valles
Griténme piedras del campo
Cuando habían visto en la vida
Querer como estoy queriendo
Llorar como estoy llorando
Morir como estoy muriendo

A veces me siento un sol
Y el mundo me importa nada
Luego despierto y me rio
Soy mucho menos que nada

En fin soy en éste mundo
Como la pluma en el aire
Sin rumbo voy por la vida
Y de eso tu eres culpable

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Copyrights:

Author: Cuco Sanchez

Composer: Cuco Sanchez

Publisher: Warner Music Spain, S.A.

Details:

Released in: 1991

Language: Spanish

Translations: English

Appearing on: Mas Canciones (1991)

Submitted by keeskees at Wednesday 3rd of November 2010 07:01

Translation submitted by keeskees at Wednesday 3rd of November 2010 07:04

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Anonymous

Thursday 9th of April 2020 20:28

Cry out to me stones of the field
Cuco Sanchez

I’m like the wind scurrying
around the world;
moving between so many delights,
moving between so many delights,
but not a single one of them is yours.

I'm like a bird in a cage
caught and drowned by your love.
And even if the cage had been golden,
and even if the cage had been golden
wouldn't stop it from being a prison.

Speak to me O mountains and valleys,
cry out to me stones of the field;
whenever in life you see:
a want as I am now wanting,
a cry like I am now crying,
a death, like I am now dying.

At times I feel a sun
and the world no longer matters;
then I wake up laughing,
then I wake up laughing;
I am far less than nothing.

In the end, I’m in this world
like a feather in the air;
meaninglessly going through life,
meaninglessly going through life,
and for that, you are to blame.

Speak to me O mountains and valleys,
cry out to me stones of the field;
whenever in life you see:
a want as I am now wanting,
a cry like I am now crying,
a death, like I am now dying.