Текст и перевод песни Andrés Calamaro - El huevo y la gallina

El huevo y la gallina

Me espera una tormenta interminable
Con frentes de batalla diferentes
Mi propio panorama se presenta complicado
Retirado en mi headquarter suburbial
Y los árboles opinan en silencio
Mejor por hoy, que siga todo igual
Otras veces hubo que empezar de nuevo
Pero ocurre como el huevo y la gallina
Laberintos y espirales, el origen y el destino
Como la uva y el vino, son parientes muy cercanos
Y los árboles opinan en silencio
Ser o no ser es igual de complicado
Pero un blues complicado, con sencilla partitura
Vida dura era la de los esclavos
Hay que dar doce compases a pensarlo
Inclusive para hoy seguir igual
Y los árboles opinan que pensarlo mucho, me puede hacer mal
Porque todo sigue y sigue, no hay debate posible
Cambiarlo demasiado es complicado
Habrá que tomar un calma por un día por si así los avatares tienen tienen blues
Y los árboles opinan por lo bajo
Ese tajo vale eso y mucho más
Si no hay que peinar, no peinamos
Si no hay que pelear, no peleamos
Si no hay que viajar, no viajamos
Si no hay que pensar, no pensamos
Si no hay que cantar, no cantamos
Voy a intentar, con disimulamos
Me espera una tormenta interminable
Con frentes de batalla diferentes
Mi propio panorama se presenta complicado
Retirado en mi headquarter suburbial
Y los árboles opinan en silencio
Mejor por hoy, que siga todo igual
Otras veces hubo que empezar de nuevo
Pero ocurre como el huevo y la gallina
Laberintos y espirales, el origen y el destino
Como la uva y el vino, son parientes muy cercanos
Y los árboles opinan en silencio
Ser o no ser es igual de complicado
Un blues complicado, con sencilla partitura
Vida dura era la de los esclavos
Hay que dar doce compases y pensarlo
Inclusive para hoy seguir igual
Y los árboles opinan que pensarlo demasiado, me puede hacer mal
Porque todo sigue y sigue, no hay debate posible
Cambiarlo demasiado es complicado
Habrá que tomar un calma por un día por si así los avatares tienen tienen blues
Y los árboles opinan por lo bajo
Ese tajo vale eso y mucho más
Si no hay que peinar, no peinamos
Si no hay que pelear, no peleamos
Si no hay que viajar, no viajamos
Si no hay que pensar, no pensamos
Si no hay que cantar, no cantamos
Voy a intentar
Si no hay que peinar, no peinamos
Si no hay que pelear, no peleamos
Si no hay que viajar, no viajamos
Si no hay que pensar, no pensamos
Si no hay que cantar, no cantamos
Pues voy a intentar, con disimulamos
Si no hay que peinar, no peinamos
Si no hay que pelear, no peleamos

The Chicken and the Egg

An endless storm awaits me,
With battlefronts so diverse.
My own panorama seems complicated,
Retreating to my suburban headquarters.
And the trees silently offer their opinions,
"Better for today, let everything stay the same."
Other times, I had to start anew,
But it's like the chicken and the egg,
Labyrinths and spirals, the origin and the destiny.
Like grapes and wine, they're close relatives.
And the trees silently offer their opinions,
"To be or not to be, it's equally complicated."
But a complicated blues, with a simple score.
Life was hard for the slaves,
Twelve bars to think it over,
Even to keep things the same today.
And the trees whisper, "Thinking too much can harm you,"
Because everything goes on and on, there's no debate.
Changing it too much is complicated.
I'll take a day's calm, in case the avatars have the blues too.
And the trees murmur softly,
"That cut is worth that and much more."
If there's no need to comb, we won't comb.
If there's no need to fight, we won't fight.
If there's no need to travel, we won't travel.
If there's no need to think, we won't think.
If there's no need to sing, we won't sing.
I'll try to pretend, with dissimulation.
An endless storm awaits me,
With battlefronts so diverse.
My own panorama seems complicated,
Retreating to my suburban headquarters.
And the trees silently offer their opinions,
"Better for today, let everything stay the same."
Other times, I had to start anew,
But it's like the chicken and the egg,
Labyrinths and spirals, the origin and the destiny.
Like grapes and wine, they're close relatives.
And the trees silently offer their opinions,
"To be or not to be, it's equally complicated."
A complicated blues, with a simple score.
Life was hard for the slaves,
Twelve bars to think it over,
Even to keep things the same today.
And the trees whisper, "Thinking too much can harm you,"
Because everything goes on and on, there's no debate.
Changing it too much is complicated.
I'll take a day's calm, in case the avatars have the blues too.
And the trees murmur softly,
"That cut is worth that and much more."
If there's no need to comb, we won't comb.
If there's no need to fight, we won't fight.
If there's no need to travel, we won't travel.
If there's no need to think, we won't think.
If there's no need to sing, we won't sing.
I'll try.
If there's no need to comb, we won't comb.
If there's no need to fight, we won't fight.
If there's no need to travel, we won't travel.
If there's no need to think, we won't think.
If there's no need to sing, we won't sing.
Well, I'll try to pretend, with dissimulation.
If there's no need to comb, we won't comb.
If there's no need to fight, we won't fight.