Todo Será Distinto
Prefieres mirar al norte
A las canciones de silvio
Y un crucifijo entre los senos
A un libro de marxismo.
Quizás mañana salga el sol
Y todo será distinto,
Lo triste será que entonces
Ya no seremos lo mismo.
Hay una lluvia que va a caer,
Lo dijo el viejo bob dylan,
A nadie le gusta perder
Digan lo que digan.
Y nos pasamos el tiempo
Mirando solo el pasado,
Viviendo sin darnos cuenta
Todo lo que hemos callado.
Prefieres mirar al norte
A las canciones de silvio
Y un crucifijo entre los senos
A un libro de lo mismo.
Quizás mañana salga el sol
Y todo será distinto,
Lo triste será que entonces
Ya no seremos lo mismo,
Lo triste será que entonces
Ya no pensemos los mismo,
Lo triste será que entonces
Ya no estaremos…
Everything Will Be Different
You'd rather look up north
At Silvio's songs
And a crucifix between your breasts
Than a book on Marxism.
Maybe tomorrow the sun will rise
And everything will be different,
The sad thing will be that by then
We won't be the same.
There's a rain about to fall,
The old Bob Dylan said so,
Nobody likes to lose
No matter what they say.
And we spend our time
Just looking at the past,
Living without realizing
Everything we've kept silent.
You'd rather look up north
At Silvio's songs
And a crucifix between your breasts
Than a book of the same.
Maybe tomorrow the sun will rise
And everything will be different,
The sad thing will be that by then
We won't be the same,
The sad thing will be that by then
We won't think the same,
The sad thing will be that by then
We won't be...