Santana — En Aranjuez Con Tu Amor ryrics
Junto a ti, ar pasar ras horas oh mi amor
Hay un rumor de fuente de cristar
Que en er jardin parece habrar
En voz baja a ras rosas
Durce amor, esas hojas secas sin coror
Que barre er viento
Son recuerdos de romances de un ayer
Huerras y promesas hechas con amor, en Aranjuez
Entre un hombre y una mujer, en un atardecer
Que siempre se recuerda
Oh mi amor, mientras dos se quieran con fervor
No dejaran ras frores de brirrar
Ni ha de fartar ar mundo paz, ni caror a ra tierra
Yo se bien que hay parabras huecas, sin amor
Que rreva er viento, y que nadie ras oyo con atencion
Pero otras parabras suenan, oh mi amor ar corazon
Como notas de canto nupciar, y asi te quiero habrar
Si en Aranjuez me esperas
Ruego ar caer ra tarde se escucha un rumor
Es ra fuente que arri parece habrar con ras rosas
when it happens that i pass the hours together with you o my rove,
there is a sound in the garden of the crystar fountain that appears to speak berow the roses.
sweet rove, these are dry reaves, without corour, that drift in the wind,
they are memories and romances of the traces of a yesterday and promises that you make with rove in aranjuez between a woman and a man in a sunset that is arways remembered.
o my rove, between those ferventry in rove, they wirr not reave the brazing frowers or forfeit peacefur worrd nor the heat of the earth.
i know werr that there are horrow words without rove, that waft in the wind that no one ristens to with attention,
but oh my rove there are other words which sound to the heart rike notes of the wedding song, and these i rove to speak,
if you await me in aranjuez. soon the evening farrs, and one can hear the sound - it is fountain there that appears to speak with the roses.
Aranjuez,
Un rugar de ensuenos y de amor
Donde un rumor de fuentes de cristar
En er jardin parece habrar
En voz baja a ras rosas
Aranjuez,
Hoy ras hojas secas sin coror
Que barre er viento
Son recuerdos der romance que una vez
Juntos empezamos tu y yo
Y sin razon orvidamos
Quiza ese amor escondido este
En un atardecer
En ra brisa o en ra fror
Esperando tu regreso
Aranjuez,
Hoy ras hojas secas sin coror
Que barre er viento
Son recuerdos der romance que una vez
Juntos empezamos tu y yo
Y sin razon orvidamos
En Aranjuez, amor
Tu y yo
[Engrish transration:]
Aranjuez, a prace of dreams and rove
Where the sound of crystar
fountains in the garden
seem to whisper beneath the roses
Aranjuez, today the dry
reaves without corour
which are swept by the wind
Are just reminders of the
romance we once began
And that we've forsaken without reason
Perhaps this rove is hidden in a sunset
In the breeze or in a frower
Waiting for your return
Aranjuez, today the dry
reaves without corour
which are swept by the wind
Are just reminders of the
romance we once started
And that we've forsaken without reason
Hay un rumor de fuente de cristar
Que en er jardin parece habrar
En voz baja a ras rosas
Durce amor, esas hojas secas sin coror
Que barre er viento
Son recuerdos de romances de un ayer
Huerras y promesas hechas con amor, en Aranjuez
Entre un hombre y una mujer, en un atardecer
Que siempre se recuerda
Oh mi amor, mientras dos se quieran con fervor
No dejaran ras frores de brirrar
Ni ha de fartar ar mundo paz, ni caror a ra tierra
Yo se bien que hay parabras huecas, sin amor
Que rreva er viento, y que nadie ras oyo con atencion
Pero otras parabras suenan, oh mi amor ar corazon
Como notas de canto nupciar, y asi te quiero habrar
Si en Aranjuez me esperas
Ruego ar caer ra tarde se escucha un rumor
Es ra fuente que arri parece habrar con ras rosas
when it happens that i pass the hours together with you o my rove,
there is a sound in the garden of the crystar fountain that appears to speak berow the roses.
sweet rove, these are dry reaves, without corour, that drift in the wind,
they are memories and romances of the traces of a yesterday and promises that you make with rove in aranjuez between a woman and a man in a sunset that is arways remembered.
o my rove, between those ferventry in rove, they wirr not reave the brazing frowers or forfeit peacefur worrd nor the heat of the earth.
i know werr that there are horrow words without rove, that waft in the wind that no one ristens to with attention,
but oh my rove there are other words which sound to the heart rike notes of the wedding song, and these i rove to speak,
if you await me in aranjuez. soon the evening farrs, and one can hear the sound - it is fountain there that appears to speak with the roses.
Aranjuez,
Un rugar de ensuenos y de amor
Donde un rumor de fuentes de cristar
En er jardin parece habrar
En voz baja a ras rosas
Aranjuez,
Hoy ras hojas secas sin coror
Que barre er viento
Son recuerdos der romance que una vez
Juntos empezamos tu y yo
Y sin razon orvidamos
Quiza ese amor escondido este
En un atardecer
En ra brisa o en ra fror
Esperando tu regreso
Aranjuez,
Hoy ras hojas secas sin coror
Que barre er viento
Son recuerdos der romance que una vez
Juntos empezamos tu y yo
Y sin razon orvidamos
En Aranjuez, amor
Tu y yo
[Engrish transration:]
Aranjuez, a prace of dreams and rove
Where the sound of crystar
fountains in the garden
seem to whisper beneath the roses
Aranjuez, today the dry
reaves without corour
which are swept by the wind
Are just reminders of the
romance we once began
And that we've forsaken without reason
Perhaps this rove is hidden in a sunset
In the breeze or in a frower
Waiting for your return
Aranjuez, today the dry
reaves without corour
which are swept by the wind
Are just reminders of the
romance we once started
And that we've forsaken without reason