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Mis queridos Hivers, hola.
¡Feliz domingo!
Hoy vengo con un cover que grabé hace unos días, en lo de Denys. @denysmusic al igual que sus hermanos, es de esos amigos que se vuelven familia, que te ayudan a hacer lo que quieras, por el simple hecho de que si un amigo lo sueña, allí está él.
Esta vez estoy cantando 'Lloran las rosas'. Una canción bien cargada de emociones para mí por una mezcla de representaciones en tiempos de mi vida. Aquí se las dejo.
PD: Espero y me disculpen por las "S" faltantes en los finales, les juro que las hice, pero tuve dificultades con el micrófono.
My dear Hivers, hello.
Happy Sunday!
Today I come with a cover I recorded a few days ago, at Denys' place. Denysmusic, like his brothers, is one of those friends who become family, who help you do whatever you want, for the simple fact that if a friend dreams it, he is there.
This time I am singing 'Lloran las rosas'. A song well charged with emotions for me by a mixture of representations in times of my life. Here they are.
PS: I hope and I apologize for the missing "S" in the endings, I swear I made them, but I had difficulties with the microphone.
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COVER: Lloran las rosas - Cristian Castro. Álbum: Lo mejor de mí' 1997.
Una buena amiga tiene la filosofía que hay canciones que marcan tu vida, por tiempos. Puedes saber cuando se estrenó un tema por el momento que vivías en ese entonces. Y desde mi punto de vista pienso que no sólo es el estreno, si no también que hay momentos de tu vida que se marcan con canciones, no importa si son nuevas o no, sólo importa el momento y el suceso. Para mí, existieron dos momentos para esta pieza. Un momento de descubrimiento y un momento de amor.
Las canciones son parte de la vida. Cuentan una historia, a veces te puedes identificar a tal punto que sientes que las escribiste con tu propio sentimiento. Otras veces, no importa lo que digan, marcan un tiempo, una situación, un lugar, un momento. Y cada que la escuches, revives ese instante. En mi caso, me quedo con la parte bonita de la historia y la canto con gusto porque me hace feliz saber de dónde vengo y dónde estoy.
Cariños, Cleyna.
A good friend of mine has the philosophy that there are songs that mark your life, by time. You can know when a song was released by the moment you were living at that time. And from my point of view I think that it is not only the premiere, but also that there are moments in your life that are marked by songs, no matter if they are new or not, it only matters the moment and the event. For me, there were two moments for this piece. A moment of discovery and a moment of love.
- When I was a teenage girl playing at being an adult, a friend of my sister's (who today is my friend too) invited us to her house for a drink and there would be her new boyfriend who she said sang like the gods. Well, she was not far from the truth, that man I met that night left his voice in my head forever; he sings beautifully and has an enviable vocal range. I wasn't much of a singer before that, I said I didn't like singing, but now in retrospect I think he was lying, I just didn't know or didn't know what he was capable of doing, therefore I was afraid of him. Singing that night among so many beautiful voices: my sister's, my friend's, her boyfriend's; I felt like a fish in water. And he sang that song that night, I joined in and fell in love. (Of the song, not my friend's boyfriend ha, ha, ha, ha, ha).
- A few years later, more adult but just as dumb, I had a relationship with a man that marked a before and after in my sanity. He and I, in my mind, were a "forever". (Now I laugh at myself for saying such a stupid thing, maybe someday I'll tell you why). So, the point is: one night we went after a choir concert to have a drink in some bar-tasca-karaoke in my city and he accompanied me. Always splendid, always lucid, after the first drinks he requested a song and we sang together, I couldn't fit inside myself because of the emotion and the next song to be played, it turned out that he had also requested it. To my surprise it was my favorite Cristian Castro's song: Lloran las rosas, I already loved that song. Months later it was my song of spite Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha. I told them it was silly.
Songs are part of life. They tell a story, sometimes you can relate to them to such an extent that you feel like you wrote them with your own feelings. Other times, no matter what they say, they mark a time, a situation, a place, a moment. And every time you listen to it, you relive that moment. In my case, I keep the beautiful part of the story and I sing it with pleasure because it makes me happy to know where I come from and where I am.
Love, Cleyna.
Está canción fue el cuarto sencillo del álbum 'Lo mejor de mí' 1997 de Cristian Castro. Este hombre tiene canciones increíbles en su discografía y una voz increíble. Espero que les guste mi interpretación y me permitan mostrarles mis favoritas en un futuro cercano.
This song was the fourth single from Cristian Castro's 1997 album 'Lo mejor de mí'. This man has amazing songs in his discography and an incredible voice. I hope you like my interpretation and allow me to show you my favorites in the near future.
Por el momento, les dejo la letra de: Lloran las rosas. Así pueden cantarla conmigo.
Y llora mi alma
Va gimiendo con las alas recortadas
Te me has ido
Te he perdido
Llora mi alma.
Lágrimas que ahogan mi corazón
Lágrimas palabras del alma
Lágrimas mi mudo lenguaje de amor.
Lloran las rosas
Porque no puedo estar sin ti
Y lloran celosas
De que no quieras ya venir
Y entre otras cosas
Yo lloro por ti.
Falta el perfume de tu piel por donde anduve
La silueta que veía cuando tu dormías.
Lágrimas que ahogan mi corazón
Lágrimas palabras del alma
Lágrimas mi mudo lenguaje de amor.
Lloran las rosas.
Porque no puedo estar sin ti
Y lloran celosas
De que no quieras ya venir
Y entre otras cosas
Yo lloro por ti.
Lloran las rosas
Porque no puedo estar sin ti
Y lloran celosas
De que no quieras ya venir
Y entre otras cosas
Yo lloro por ti.
For the moment, I leave you the lyrics of: The roses weep. So you can sing it with me.
The roses weep
The dew has already turned to tears
You are gone I have lost you
The roses weep.
And my soul weeps
It goes moaning with clipped wings
You are gone from me
I have lost you
My soul weeps.
Tears that drown my heart
Tears words of the soul
Tears my mute language of love.
Weep the roses
Because I can't be without you
And they cry jealous
That you no longer want to come
And among other things
I cry for you.
The scent of your skin where I walked is missing
The silhouette I saw when you slept.
Tears that drown my heart
Tears words of the soul
Tears my mute language of love.
Roses cry.
Because I can't be without you
And they cry jealous
That you no longer want to come
And among other things
I cry for you.
The roses cry
Because I can't be without you
And they cry jealous
That you don't want to come
And among other things
I cry for you.
Banners creados en CANVA y video grabado desde el Iphone de mi hermana.
Banners created in CANVA and video recorded from my sister's Iphone.
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