







Miles de sombras cada noche trae la marea
navegan cargados de ilusiones
que en la orilla se quedan.
Historias del dia a dia
historias de buena gente
se juegan la vida cansados,
con hambre y un frio que pela.
Ahogan sus penas con una candela
ponte tu en su lugar
el miedo que sus ojos reflejan
la mar se echó a llorar.
Muchos no llegan
se hunden sus sueños Canciones de Chambao
papeles mojados, papeles sin dueños.
Frágiles recuerdos a la deriva
desgarran el alma
calados hasta los huesos,
el agua los arrastra sin esperanza
la impotencia en sus gargantas
con sabor a sal
una bocaná de aire
les daba otra oportunidad.
Tanta injusticia me desespera
ponte tu en su lugar
el miedo que sus ojos reflejan.
la mar se echó a llorar.
Every night the tide brings thousands of shadows
They sail with deep and heartfelt hopes
That in the banks are left.
Everyday stories
Stories of good people
They risk their own lives, tired,
Starving and in the freezing cold.
They drown their sorrows with a bonfire
Put yourself in their place
The fear that their eyes reflect
The sea began to mourn
Many don't arrive.
Their dreams sink. Chambao's songs
Wet papers, papers without owners
Fragile memories to drift
Tear the soul
Drenched through
Water drags them, hopeless
Powerlessness in their throats
with the flavor of salt
A breath of air
gave them another chance.
So much injustice exasperates me
Put yourself in their place
The fear that their eyes reflect
The sea began to mourn

Here is the winner of the 2009 Eurovision Contest: Norway's Alexander Rybak “Fairytale”.
