Lyrics and translation Ciro y los Persas - Espejo

Espejo

En la casa de mi abuelo había un palier con un espejo,
Frente a otro espejo, frente a otro espejo,
Frente a otro espejo, frente a otro espejo,
Otro espejo, otro espejo, otro espejo...

Asomaba con expectativa todo mi brazo y lo movía sobre
Otro brazo, otro brazo...
Subía al sillón que estaba bajo un espejo y desde allí
Saltaba al sillón de enfrente que me esperaba y te seguía,
Te seguía...
Ah ah ah

Y el camino se torcía lentamente, los espejos lo mostraban
A la mente,
Yo saltaba los pasillos, y aunque todo perdía brillo, la
Partida me esperaba finamente, ah ah ah.

En todos esos pasillos yo iba cruzando peligros, que
Esperaban, que en silencio me asechaban,
Uno con serpientes, con soldados el siguiente y el de más
Allá con un río de lava,
Había un pasillo que tenía un rastrillo que si no saltaba
Justo me arrastraba
Había uno con pelos y otro en que el piso era el cielo y
Ahí con suerte los sillones flotaban ah ah ah, ah ah ah.
Y el camino se torcía lentamente, los espejos los mostraban
A la gente.

En la casa de mi abuelo había un palier con un espejo,
Frente a otro espejo, frente a otro espejo,
Frente a otro espejo, otro espejo, otro espejo.

Mirror

In my grandfather's house there was a hallway with a mirror,
Facing another mirror, facing another mirror,
Facing another mirror, facing another mirror,
Another mirror, another mirror, another mirror...

I would sneak up with anticipation, my arm extended, waving it over
Another arm, another arm...
I would climb onto the sofa that was beneath a mirror, and from there
Jump to the sofa opposite, waiting for me, following you,
Following you...
Ah ah ah

And the path would slowly twist, the mirrors would show it
To the mind,
I would jump through the corridors, and although everything would lose its
brightness, the departure awaited me finally, ah ah ah.

In all those corridors I would cross dangers that
waited, that silently stalked me,
One with snakes, the next with soldiers, and the one further
on with a river of lava,
There was a corridor with a portcullis that if I didn't jump over
It would surely drag me down
There was one with hairs and another in which the floor was the
sky and there, with luck, the sofas would float ah ah ah, ah ah ah.
And the path would slowly twist, the mirrors would show them
To the people.

In my grandfather's house there was a hallway with a mirror,
Facing another mirror, facing another mirror,
Facing another mirror, another mirror, another mirror.