395px

If you have to sell your soul

Tierra Santa

Se tu alma has de vender

No hay mejor mentira ni disfraz
Que pueda al tiempo burlar
Cuando se oculta en la sonrisa
Nunca fue una trampa tan audaz
Que en su ironía genial
Esconde la verdad de su fin
Porque es cómplice el engaño de la risa
Y es mezquino su placer
Porque el demonio es mejor verle la cara
Si tu alma has de vender
No confundas risa y alegría
Ignorancia y valentía
Seriedad con mal humor
Que la amistad no es caridad
Y éste no da nada por dar
Es falso necio y ladrón
Porque la astucia del disfraz es el descaro
Miserable es su placer
Porque al demonio es mejor verle a la cara
Si tu alma has de vender
Miente quien proclama la verdad
Y con alarde galán hace de este acto su bandera
No engaña a nadie al final
Pues la mentira alimentar
Descubre al actor y al disfraz
Porque se coge antes a un mentiroso
Que a un cojo sin correr
Porque el demonio es mejor verle la cara
Si tu alma has de vender

If you have to sell your soul

There is no better lie or disguise
That can deceive time
When it hides in the smile
Never was a trap so audacious
That in its brilliant irony
It hides the truth of its end
Because deception is complicit in laughter
And its pleasure is mean
Because it's better to see the demon's face
If you have to sell your soul
Do not confuse laughter and joy
Ignorance and bravery
Seriousness with bad mood
That friendship is not charity
And this one gives nothing just to give
He is false, foolish, and a thief
Because the cunning of the disguise is shameless
Miserable is its pleasure
Because it's better to see the demon's face
If you have to sell your soul
He lies who proclaims the truth
And with gallant show makes this act his banner
He deceives no one in the end
For feeding the lie
Reveals the actor and the disguise
Because a liar is caught sooner
Than a lame man without running
Because it's better to see the demon's face
If you have to sell your soul

Escrita por: Tierra Santa