Lyrics and translation Paloma San Basilio - People (Gente) (En Directo)

People (Gente) (En Directo)

Gracias,
Gracias.
Muchas gracias.
Gracias por, gracias por estar aquí
Por venir
Lo mio es una cosa
Es una cosa curiosa
Esto del conejo viene a cuento
Porque desde siempre pensé
Que entrar en el mundo de la música era como caerme por ese arbol de Alicia en el País de Las Maravillas y encontrarme muchas cosas.
Tengo la ventaja de que siempre me encuentro conejos blacos
Y de vez en cuando me ayudan.
Antes decían que
Que era muy parecida a muchas cantantes
Decían: -se parece a fulanita, a menganita, a esta otra, a esta otra.
Al final resulta que puede que tengan razón,
Todas ellas, de alguna forma, han sido un poco mis maestras.
A mí me hubiera encantado que alguien me hubiera compuesto
Una canción
Más o menos así:
People,
People who need people,
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting a grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people
In the world
With one person
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world

People (Gente) (Live)

Thanks,
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Thanks for, thanks for being here
For coming
Mine is something
It is a curious thing
The thing about the rabbit comes to mind
Because I always thought
That entering the world of music was like falling down that tree in Alice in Wonderland and finding many things.
I have the advantage that I always find white rabbits
And every now and then they help me.
They used to say
That I was very similar to many singers
They said: -she looks like so-and-so, like such-and-such, like this one, like that one.
In the end, it turns out they may be right.
They have all, in some way, been a bit of a teacher to me.
I would have loved it if someone had written me
A song
Something like this:
People,
People who need people,
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting a grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people
In the world
With one person
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world