Pelo En La Leche
Hay historias que defraudan.
También hay verdades que solo te hacen pensar./ Todo pasa siempre.
Las manos en el fuego,/ siempre se quemaran
La leche tiene un pelo,/ seguro lo veras.
Hay manzanas que se pudren,/ pero hay algunas
Que se pueden rescatar./ El cajón es grande.
Examinadlo todo,/ lo bueno retened.
La leche tiene un pelo,/ pero que le vas a hacer.
Ojos, grandes bien abiertos,
Miro el puerto, no la tempestad.
Muchas rutas, un camino,
Si me buscas, se me encontraras.
Discernir es algo que a todos siempre nos pesa,
Camaleones que a menudo cambian el color.
Hay una palabra que da vuelta mi cabeza,
De saber que Dios nos mira por el corazón.
Examinadlo todo,/ lo bueno retened.
La leche tiene un pelo,
pero que le vas a hacer
Ojos, grandes bien abiertos,
Miro el puerto, no la tempestad.
Muchas rutas, un camino,
Si me buscas, se me encontraras.
Ojos, grandes bien abiertos,
Muchas rutas solo un puerto
Ojos, grandes bien abiertos.
Hair in the Milk
There are stories that disappoint.
There are also truths that just make you think.
Everything always happens.
Hands in the fire,
they will always get burned.
The milk has a hair,
surely you will see it.
There are apples that rot,
but there are some
That can be saved.
The drawer is big.
Examine everything,
keep the good.
The milk has a hair,
but what are you going to do about it.
Eyes, wide open,
I look at the port, not the storm.
Many routes, one path,
If you seek me, you will find me.
Discerning is something that always weighs on us all,
Chameleons that often change color.
There is a word that turns my head around,
Knowing that God looks at us through the heart.
Examine everything,
keep the good.
The milk has a hair,
but what are you going to do about it.
Eyes, wide open,
I look at the port, not the storm.
Many routes, one path,
If you seek me, you will find me.
Eyes, wide open,
Many routes only one port.
Eyes, wide open.