Текст и перевод песни La Oreja de Van Gogh - Dos Cristales

Dos Cristales

Existen dos cristales
Para descubrir el mundo,
Existen siempre mil males
Que son buenos para el zurdo;
Personas que desean
Que el cosmos se haga normal,
Personas que imploran
Que no lo sea ya.
Ilusos que hoy arrojan
A la fuente sus monedas,
Realistas que no duran
En mojarse y cogerlas.
Por eso yo te digo
Que hay dos tipos de dialecto,
Que hay dos tipos
De secretos, fundidos en uno mismo.
No es fácil elegir
Dos mil formas de sentir,
Dos mil formas de vivir;
Tendrás
Que aprender a escuchar
Al duende que está ahí,
En ti.
Tenemos dos mitades
Separadas por un hilo
Y ese hilo, por su parte,
Mil cantones divididos.
Buscamos, insaciables,
Lo sincero de nosotros,
La facción incorruptible,
Lo que es sólido en todos:
El átomo que diga
Que tiremos las monedas
A esa fuente cristalina
Donde el cosmos se genera.
Por eso yo te digo
Que hay dos tipos de dialecto,
Que hay dos tipos
De secretos, fundidos en uno mismo.
No, no, no, no.
No es fácil elegir
Dos mil formas de sentir,
Dos mil formas de vivir;
Tendrás
Que aprender a escuchar
Al duende que está ahí,
En ti.
No es fácil elegir
Dos mil formas de sentir,
Dos mil formas de vivir;
Tendrás
Que aprender a escuchar
Al duende que está ahí,
En ti.
No es fácil elegir
Dos mil formas de sentir,
Dos mil formas de vivir;
Tendrás
Que aprender a escuchar
A ese duende que está ahí,
A ese duende que vive en ti.
No es fácil elegir
Dos mil formas de sentir,
Dos mil formas de vivir;
Tendrás
Que aprender a escuchar
Al duende que está ahí,
En ti.
No.
No es fácil elegir
Dos mil formas de sentir,
Dos mil formas de vivir;
Tendrás
Que aprender a escuchar
Al duende que está ahí,
En ti.
No, no, no, no.
No es fácil elegir
Dos mil formas de sentir,
Dos mil formas de vivir;
Tendrás
Que aprender a escuchar
Al duende que está ahí,
En ti.
En ti.

Two Crystal Glasses

There are two lenses
With which to explore the world;
There are always a thousand evils
That are good for the left-handed;
People who desire
That the universe would become normal,
People who beg
That it not be so.
Dreamers who now throw
Their coins into the fountain,
Realists who won't stay
To get wet and catch them.
So I tell you
That there are two types of dialect,
That there are two types
Of secrets, merged into one.
It's not easy to choose
Two thousand ways of feeling,
Two thousand ways of living;
You'll need
To learn to listen
To the spirit that's there,
Inside you.
We have two halves
Divided by a thread
And that thread, in turn,
A thousand divided cantons.
We search, insatiable,
For the truth within ourselves,
The incorruptible faction,
What is solid in us all:
The atom that says
To throw our coins
Into that crystal fountain
Where the universe is generated.
So I tell you
That there are two types of dialect,
That there are two types
Of secrets, merged into one.
No, no, no, no.
It's not easy to choose
Two thousand ways of feeling,
Two thousand ways of living;
You'll need
To learn to listen
To the spirit that's there,
Inside you.
It's not easy to choose
Two thousand ways of feeling,
Two thousand ways of living;
You'll need
To learn to listen
To the spirit that's there,
Inside you.
It's not easy to choose
Two thousand ways of feeling,
Two thousand ways of living;
You'll need
To learn to listen
To that spirit that's there,
To that spirit that lives in you.
It's not easy to choose
Two thousand ways of feeling,
Two thousand ways of living;
You'll need
To learn to listen
To the spirit that's there,
Inside you.
No.
It's not easy to choose
Two thousand ways of feeling,
Two thousand ways of living;
You'll need
To learn to listen
To the spirit that's there,
Inside you.
No, no, no, no.
It's not easy to choose
Two thousand ways of feeling,
Two thousand ways of living;
You'll need
To learn to listen
To the spirit that's there,
Inside you.
Inside you.