Lyrics and translation Jotandjota - Pasado, Presente, Pasado

Pasado, Presente, Pasado

Oh! todo va bien, ya sabes nos vamos conociendo,
En casa, en la calle, en el coche, en el techo,
Cosas que no se saben, con preguntas van saliendo,
Como la de "oye, ¿y tú con cuántas tías lo has hecho?"
¿Te suena? ¿y tú con cuántos tíos lo has hecho?
Quiero decir, no es que me importe,
¿No es tan solo sexo?
Números, experiencias alcohol como nexo,
Y si ahora está conmigo y eso no importa,
¿Por qué me arde el pecho?
Todo lo hecho existe,
No se borra aunque hay quien tacha,
Pero debajo del Tipex, sigue existiendo mancha,
Somos quienes somos, viviendo en circunstancias,
No lo entiendes ¿y te rayas?
Vale, muchas gracias,
Te enfadas traicionando la confianza,
Te dan sinceridad ¿y ahora te gustaría olvidarla?
Quieres saber más aunque duele pero engancha,
Llenando las preguntas con trampas,
Macaulay en "Solo en casa",
Y si con sexo expresamos que nos queremos,
¿Por qué te fuiste tan fácil con ese antes de conocernos?
¿Qué hiciste qué? ¿con quién? ¿dónde?
No me jodas, ¿en serio?
Mira tía, paso, ya hablamos y ya nos vemos,
Seguro te trató como una mierda, nena,
Y al día siguiente solo eras la anécdota pa los colegas,
"¡qué bien sabes tú cómo funciona todo!"
"¿acaso no has hecho lo mismo con otras ahí fuera y yo me jodo?"
Wow.

Dime de dónde vienes y te diré quién eres,
Por dónde te mueves y con quién has estado,
Hombres y mujeres viviendo en las redes.
Atrapados en el pasado, presente, pasado
Atrapados en el pasado, presente, pasado
Atrapados en el pasado, presente, pasado
Atrapados en el pasado, presente, pasado
Que tire la primera piedra,
El libre de pecado.

"Tío, déjame de hablarme de tu otra relación"
"Dime, ¿ella te quería como yo?
"Ah. hoy sales con ese amigo tuyo, ¿no?"
"El mismo con el que acabasteis una vez en un piso con dos, ¡golfas!"
"Porque eso es lo que eran"
"Y tú un cabrón, que va a repetir lo de mi ex"
"Rompiéndome el corazón,
Todos sois iguales, ¿acaso no?"
Sí, es cierto,
"¿cómo coño voy a fiarme de ti cuando salgas de conciertos?"
He vivido tanto en mis carnes y en la de otros,
Cómo el pasado, de la otra persona o el propio,
Va detrás imparable en persecuciones sin ruta,
Dejando todo por el suelo como el puesto de frutas,
Inseguridades, celos, no nos entendemos,
Escondo ases en poker,
Tú trucas dados en el tablero,
Escondiendo cosas, que a veces dan más susto que nada,
Como bajar al sótano en pelis americanas,
Choques por no ir con cosas claras,
De primeras o soltar con cuenta gotas,
Esas verdades a medias, desconfianza si te putearon en el pasado,
Y lo que cuesta entregarse, ¡es idílico vamos!
Hoy en día donde todos son sinceros,
¡oh sí! y solo dicen la verdad cuando te dan el número del móvil,
Al menos sé quién soy y cómo he llegado aquí,
Cuidado con quien se mueve cuando no miras "Toy Story".

Dime de dónde vienes y te diré quién eres,
Por dónde te mueves y con quién has estado,
Hombres y mujeres viviendo en las redes.
Atrapados en el pasado, presente, pasado
Atrapados en el pasado, presente, pasado
Atrapados en el pasado, presente, pasado
Atrapados en el pasado, presente, pasado
Que tire la primera piedra,
El libre de pecado.

- How do you do it, Hank?
- Do what?
- The woman that you love is out there and you know you can't have her.
How do you even get up in the morning?
- Wel... Booze is always helpful. And so is the art.
Everything that I write is either for her or about her, so...
I'm with her. Even when I'm not.
In my writing.

Past, Present, Past

Oh! Everything is going well, you know, we're getting to know each other,
At home, on the street, in the car, on the roof,
Things that are not known, are coming out with questions,
Like "hey, how many girls have you slept with?"
Does that sound familiar? And you, how many guys have you slept with?
I mean, it's not that I care,
Isn't it just sex?
Numbers, experiences, alcohol as a nexus,
And if she's with me now and it doesn't matter,
Why does my chest burn?
Everything that's been done exists,
It doesn't get erased even though some people cross it out,
But under the Tipp-Ex, the stain still exists,
We are who we are, living in circumstances,
You don't understand, and you're freaking out?
Okay, thank you very much,
You get angry, betraying trust,
They give you sincerity, and now you'd like to forget it?
You want to know more even though it hurts but it hooks you,
Filling the questions with traps,
Macaulay in "Home Alone",
And if we express that we love each other with sex,
Why were you so easy with that one before we met?
What did you do what? With who? Where?
Don't screw with me, seriously?
Look girl, I'm out, we already talked, see ya,
I'm sure he treated you like shit, babe,
And the next day you were just an anecdote for his buddies,
"You know how it all works, don't you!"
"Haven't you done the same with others out there, and I'm screwed?"
Wow.

Tell me where you come from and I'll tell you who you are,
Where you move and who you've been with,
Men and women living on the networks.
Trapped in the past, present, past
Trapped in the past, present, past
Trapped in the past, present, past
Trapped in the past, present, past
Let he who is without sin,
Cast the first stone.

"Dude, stop talking to me about your other relationship"
"Tell me, did she love you like I do?"
"Ah. you're going out with that friend of yours today, aren't you?"
"The same one you ended up with once in an apartment with two, sluts!"
"Because that's what they were"
"And you're an asshole, who's gonna repeat what my ex did"
"Breaking my heart,
You're all the same, aren't you?"
Yeah, that's right,
"How the hell am I supposed to trust you when you go out to concerts?"
I've lived it so much in my own flesh and in that of others,
How the past, of the other person or my own,
Goes behind unstoppable in chases without a route,
Leaving everything on the floor like the fruit stand,
Insecurities, jealousy, we don't understand each other,
I hide aces in poker,
You cheat dice on the board,
Hiding things, which sometimes are more frightening than anything,
Like going down to the basement in American movies,
Clashes for not going with things clear,
From the beginning, or dropping them in dribs and drabs,
Those half-truths, distrust if they screwed you in the past,
And how hard it is to surrender, it's idyllic, come on!
Nowadays where everyone is sincere,
Oh yeah! And they only tell the truth when they give you their cell phone number,
At least I know who I am and how I got here,
Beware of who moves when you're not watching "Toy Story".

Tell me where you come from and I'll tell you who you are,
Where you move and who you've been with,
Men and women living on the networks.
Trapped in the past, present, past
Trapped in the past, present, past
Trapped in the past, present, past
Trapped in the past, present, past
Let he who is without sin,
Cast the first stone.

- How do you do it, Hank?
- Do what?
- The woman that you love is out there and you know you can't have her.
How do you even get up in the morning?
- Wel... Booze is always helpful. And so is the art.
Everything that I write is either for her or about her, so...
I'm with her. Even when I'm not.
In my writing.