La Calle Gris

The Gray Street

La Calle Gris

You told me that the morning was bought with a kissTú me dijiste que la mañana se compraba con un beso
And that war was for sale and that peace had its priceY que la guerra estaba en venta y que la paz tenía su precio

That politics is dressed in gold, silver and fine linenQue la política se viste de oro, plata y lino fino
And what comes out of the mouth pays tax in the earY lo que sale de la boca paga impuesto en el oído
That every day the road is narrowerQue cada día es más angosto el camino

Ouch! The street is hard¡Ay! Que la calle está dura
That the street is hardQue la calle está dura
Oh! He who does not run, flies¡Ay! Que el que no corre vuela
He who does not run, fliesQue el que no corre vuela

Oh! The moon is moving away¡Ay! Que la Luna se aleja
The moon is moving awayQue la Luna se aleja
Oh! I wonder and meditate¡Ay! Me pregunto y medito
What is the square root of myself?¿Cuál es la raíz cuadrada de mí mismo?

You told me that lying used contact lensesTú me dijiste que la mentira usaba lentes de contacto
And that a Valentino shoe declared itself cheapY que un zapato de Valentino se autoproclamó barato
That a tariff fell in love with a taxpayer in a free zoneQue un arancel se enamoró de un tributario en zona franca
That anesthesia went to London to a tourism conferenceQue la anestesia se fue a Londres a un congreso de turismo
Every day brings its own worries and I will explain to youQue cada día trae su afán y te explico

Ouch! The street is hard¡Ay! Que la calle está dura
That the street is hardQue la calle está dura
Oh! He who does not run, flies¡Ay! Que el que no corre vuela
He who does not run, fliesQue el que no corre vuela

Oh! The moon is moving away¡Ay! Que la Luna se aleja
The moon is moving awayQue la Luna se aleja
Oh! I wonder and meditate¡Ay! Me pregunto y medito
What is the square root of myself?¿Cuál es la raíz cuadrada de mí mismo?

And that there is no favoritism with coffeeY que no hay favoritismos con el café
The first one to strain is the one who will drinkEl que primero cuela es el que va a beber
That Tchaikovsky was Russian and Debussy was FrenchQue Tchaikovsky era ruso y Debussy francés
When the river sounds it is because it brings water, I know itCuando el río suena es que agua trae lo sé
That clubs are trenches of societyQue los clubes son trincheras de la societé
Where there is room for seven, there is room for twenty-threeDonde caben siete caben veintitrés
The night looks good for Star TrekQue la noche pinta buena para Star Trek
Hey, man! Don't mess with that¡Hey, man! No te juegues con eso

Ouch! The street is hard¡Ay! Que la calle está dura
That the street is hardQue la calle está dura
Oh! He who does not run, flies¡Ay! Que el que no corre vuela
He who does not run, fliesQue el que no corre vuela

Oh! The moon is moving away¡Ay! Que la Luna se aleja
The moon is moving awayQue la Luna se aleja
Oh! I wonder and meditate¡Ay! Me pregunto y medito
What is the square root of myself?¿Cuál es la raíz cuadrada de mí mismo?

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