Singer/song writer Domingo Candelario was born in the heart of La
Havana, Cuba. As a child he was greatly influenced and inspired by the
Brazilian music that his parents listened to. He went on to develop his
own unique style within the "Nueva Trova" movement which began in the
late '60s and has its roots in traditional Cuban folk music,
incorporating progressive and often politicized lyrics.
Laberinto there is a storm in your meadows in the maze of waiting
There's a song from the darkness, unsure where it is grown
It becomes its shade as jasmine leaf, putting the fear
Heart as an altar.
When dawn awakened only supposed rancor withered ideals
and there half hidden passion crocitan
He moved to see the mystery and fear make setting the altar of the Heart.
VOICE 1: There's a gale in your meadows, in the labyrinth of waiting. There's a song from the darkness, where insecurity is cultivated. Its hue becomes like a jasmine leaf, placing fear as an altar of the heart. When they awoke at dawn, only from resentment, they assumed withered and hidden ideals, their passion mediocrized there. They moved to see the mystery in committing, placing fear as an altar of the heart. And in a still gaze left by the rain, the clear hope is born that made me return to you, but I don't want to remember, so I'll have to regret being with you, so you come torturing my song, oh, God. If you leave me, I won't die, but if you miss me, in your body, people will talk about me on another clear night. If you leave me, I won't die, but if you miss me, in your body, people will talk about me on another clear night. If you leave me, I won't die, but if you miss me, in your body, people will talk about me on another clear night.
VOZ 1: Hay un vendaval en tus praderas
en el laberinto de la espera.
Hay una canción desde lo oscuro,
donde se cultiva lo inseguro.
Se convierte su matiz
como hoja de jazmín
colocando el miedo,
como altar del corazón.
Cuando amanecidos despertaban
solo de rencor se suponía
ideales mustios y escondidos,
su pasión allí mediocrizaban.
Se movían para ver
el misterio en cometer,
colocando el miedo
como altar del corazón.
Y en una mirada quieta que dejó la lluvia,
nace la esperanza clara que me hizo volver a ti,
pero no quiero recordar para tener que lamentar
estar contigo,
para que vengas
torturando mi canción , ay, Dios.
Si me dejas no voy a morir,
pero si me extrañas
en tu cuerpo se hablará de mí
otra noche clara.
Si me dejas no voy a morir,
pero si me extrañas
en tu cuerpo se hablará de mí
otra noche clara.
Si me dejas no voy a morir,
pero si me extrañas
en tu cuerpo se hablará de mí
otra noche clara.
