Текст и перевод песни Comite Cisne - Dulces horas

Dulces horas

Dulces horas, dulces horas.
Dulces horas, dulces horas, dulces horas.
El laberinto se ha cerrado en torno a él, en torno a él.
No encuentra la salida, es al revés.
Lo está enfocando mal,
Se va a quedar ahí, se queda.
Antes del segundo acto ha de salir.
Detrás de un seto otro, y ya van mil.
Salta una barrera.
Dulces horas, dulces horas, dulces horas.
El segundo acto hace su aparición, su aparición.
Los setos no son setos,
Sino muros de hormigón.
El laberinto se ha cerrado en torno a él, en torno a él.
No encontraron la salida.
Dulces horas, dulces horas, dulces horas.
Dulces horas, dulces horas, dulces horas.
Dulces horas.
Dulces horas.
Dulces horas.
Dulces horas.
Dulces horas.
Dulces horas.

Sweet Hours

Sweet hours, sweet hours.
Sweet hours, sweet hours, sweet hours.
The labyrinth has closed around him, around him.
He cannot find the exit, it is the other way around.
He is focusing on it wrong,
He is going to stay there, he is staying.
Before the second act he has to leave.
Behind one hedge another, and there are already a thousand.
He jumps a barrier.
Sweet hours, sweet hours, sweet hours.
The second act makes its appearance, its appearance.
The hedges are not hedges,
But concrete walls.
The labyrinth has closed around him, around him.
They couldn't find the exit.
Sweet hours, sweet hours, sweet hours.
Sweet hours, sweet hours, sweet hours.
Sweet hours.
Sweet hours.
Sweet hours.
Sweet hours.
Sweet hours.
Sweet hours.