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Volver | Urška Centa ::: Sentido project
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- Опубликовано: 29 дек 2020
- Volver is an emblematic poem, a symbol of nostalgia and fleetingness of life, written in 1934 by Alfredo Le Pera. A story of those who are heading down the path of no return. A tango turned to flamenco.
Music: Urška Centa, Tadej Kampl
Lyrics: Alfredo Le Pera
Mix and mastering: Tadej Kampl
Camera and video edit: Jan Hajšen
Filmed in Ptuj City Theatre, Slovenia.
SENTIDO project
Urška Centa - voice, dance, palmas
Tadej Kampl - electric bass
Nino Mureškić - percussion
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Thanks to Ptuj City Theatre, Peter Srpčič, Sandi Žuran and Goran Glavičič.
© 2020 SENTIDO project, all rights reserved
Vrhunsko.
Dbest!
Fantastica
Izjemna, vedno znova!
Čestitam. Čudovit video.
OMG 😍👏❤️👌
Zelo vroče. Krasno in čestitke. :)
Great!
wow super res dobro
čist hudu je k se sliš vsako slino u ustih!!! noro dobro!!!
ha... hvala, Luka!
Jaaaaa! Men se je tut to zdelo čist hudo! ☺️❤️
Below is an English translation of the lyrics:
I imagine the flickering
of the lights that in the distance
will be marking my return.
They’re the same that lit,
with their pale reflections,
deep hours of pain
And even though I didn’t want to come back,
you always return to your first love
The tranquil street where the echo said
yours is her life, yours is her love,
under the mocking gaze of the stars
that, with indifference, today see me return.
To return
with withered face,
the snows of time
have whitened my temples.
To feel… that life is a puff of wind,
that twenty years is nothing,
that the feverish look,
wandering in the shadow,
looks for you and names you.
To live…
with the soul clutched
to a sweet memory
that I cry once again
I am afraid of the encounter
with the past that returns
to confront my life
I am afraid of the nights
that, filled with memories,
shackle my dreams.
But the traveler that flees
sooner or later stops his walking
And although forgetfulness, which destroys all,
has killed my old dream,
I keep concealed a humble hope
that is my heart’s whole fortune.
To live… with the soul clutched
to a sweet memory
that I cry once again
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