Paroles et traduction Luis Alberto Spinetta - Tres Llaves

Tres Llaves

El sinfin se cansó
Y cedió hasta nacer
Hasta nacer
Toda cosa se hizo en llaves
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde

Población Zulú piden más
Aserrín les dan
Toda cosa se hizo en tres llaves
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde
Todo espera mansamente allí
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde

El bien trae mal
Y la piedad traspasó
El dulzor
Toda cosa se hizo en tres llaves
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde

Lo que se ve
Todo alguna vez es el puente
Lo que se ama
La verdad es lo más intranquilo
Y lo que se pierde
Todo está colmado de lugar
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde

Un cajón de gin
Vale más que un pan
Que se da
Toda cosa se hizo en tres llaves
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde

Lo que se ve
Todo alguna vez es el puente
Lo que se ama
La verdad es lo más intranquilo
Y lo que se pierde
Todo está colmado de lugar
Todo está colmado de lugar

Todo está vendado así
Ya no vale el más allá
Todo espera mansamente allí
Todo está vendado aquí
Para bien o para mal
Todo espera mansamente allí
Lo que se ve, se ama, se pierde

Three Keys

The infinity grew tired
And yielded until it was born
Until it was born
Every thing was made in keys
That which is seen, is loved, is lost
That which is seen, is loved, is lost

Zulu people ask for more
Sawdust is given to them
Every thing was made in three keys
That which is seen, is loved, is lost
That which is seen, is loved, is lost
Everything waits meekly there
That which is seen, is loved, is lost

The good brings evil
And pity pierced
The sweetness
Every thing was made in three keys
That which is seen, is loved, is lost
That which is seen, is loved, is lost

That which is seen
Everything is sometimes the bridge
That which is loved
The truth is the most restless thing
And that which is lost
Everything is filled with space
That which is seen, is loved, is lost

A crate of gin
Is worth more than a loaf of bread
That is given
Every thing was made in three keys
That which is seen, is loved, is lost
That which is seen, is loved, is lost

That which is seen
Everything is sometimes the bridge
That which is loved
The truth is the most restless thing
And that which is lost
Everything is filled with space
Everything is filled with space

Everything is blindfolded like this
The afterlife is not worth it anymore
Everything waits meekly there
Everything is blindfolded here
For better or for worse
Everything waits meekly there
That which is seen, is loved, is lost