Mariposas


By Silvio Rodríguez, a Cuban composer, guitar player and singer.

Spanish Lyrics Butterflies
Hoy viene a ser como la cuarta vez que espero
desde que sé que no vendrás más nunca.

He vuelto a ser aquél cantar del aguacero
que hizo casi legal su abrazo a tu cintura.

Y tú apareces en mi ventana,
suave y pequeña, con alas blancas.
Yo ni respiro para que duermas y no te vayas.

Qué maneras más curiosas
de recordar tiene uno,
qué maneras más curiosas:
hoy recuerdo mariposas
que ayer sólo fueron humo,
mariposas, mariposas
que emergieron de lo oscuro
bailarinas, silenciosas.

Tu tiempo es ahora una mariposa,
navecita blanca, delgada, nerviosa.
Siglos atrás inundaron un segundo
debajo del cielo, encima del mundo.

Tu tiempo es ahora una mariposa,
navecita blanca, delgada, nerviosa.
Siglos atrás inundaron un Segundo
debajo del cielo, encima del mundo.

Así eras tú en aquellas tardes divertidas,
así eras tú la furibunda compañera.
Eras como esos días en que eres la vida
y todo lo que tocas se hace primavera.

Ay, mariposa, tú eres el alma
de los guerreros que aman y cantan,
y eres el nuevo ser
que se asoma por mi garganta.

Qué maneras más curiosas
de recordar tiene uno,
qué maneras más curiosas:
hoy recuerdo mariposas
que ayer sólo fueron humo,
mariposas, mariposas
que emergieron de lo oscuro
bailarinas, silenciosas.

Tu tiempo es ahora una mariposa,
navecita blanca, delgada, nerviosa,
Siglos atrás inundaron un segundo
debajo del cielo, encima del mundo.

Tu tiempo es ahora una mariposa,
navecita blanca, delgada, nerviosa,
Siglos atrás inundaron un segundo
debajo del cielo, encima del mundo.

Tu tiempo es ahora una mariposa,
navecita blanca, delgada, nerviosa,
Siglos atrás inundaron un segundo
debajo del cielo, encima del mundo

Today has to be about the fourth time I’ve waited
since I’ve known that you shall never return.

I have become again that chanting of the downpour
that almost made legal its embrace to your waist.

And you show up at my window,
soft and small, with white wings,
I hardly breathe to let you sleep so you don’t leave.

One has such curious ways
to remember,
such curious ways;
today I remember butterflies
that yesterday were but smoke,
butterflies, butterflies
that emerged from the dark
silent, dancers.

Your time is now a butterfly,
small white vessel, slim, nervous.
Centuries ago they flooded a second
under the sky, above the world.

Your time is now a butterfly,
small white vessel, slim, nervous.
Centuries ago they flooded a second
under the sky, above the world.

And so were you on those amusing evenings,
and so were you, the furious companion.
You were like those days when you’re life itself
and everything you touch turns into Spring.

Oh butterfly, you are the soul
of the warriors that love and sing,
and you’re the new being
that peeks through my throat.

One has such curious ways
to remember,
such curious ways;
today I remember butterflies
that yesterday were but smoke,
butterflies, butterflies
that emerged from the dark
silent, dancers.

Your time is now a butterfly,
small white vessel, slim, nervous.
Centuries ago they flooded a second
under the sky, above the world.

Your time is now a butterfly,
small white vessel, slim, nervous.
Centuries ago they flooded a second
under the sky, above the world.

Your time is now a butterfly,
small white vessel, slim, nervous.
Centuries ago they flooded a second
under the sky, above the world.

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