Текст и перевод песни Marcos Vidal - Parábola

Parábola

Regresaba a casa un poco más temprano de lo normal
Cuando vio que sobre el venían tres
Y navaja en mano le atacaron sin contemplación
Le dejaron inconsciente bajo el sol

Y camino de la iglesia iba el pastor poco después
La reunión ya estaba a punto de empezar
Iba tarde y discutiendo en el camino con su mujer
Intentando no perder su autoridad

Ay si el maestro nos volviera a contar
Alguna historia que nos hiciera recapacitar
Piénsalo, piénsalo

Tres minutos más y el líder de alabanza apareció
Dos teclados siete cables y un atril
Y aunque si le pareció ver algo rojo en el arcén
Prefirío pasar de largo y de perfil

Un gitano despeinado que pasaba por allí
No sabía ni leer ni escribir
Pero al ver el panorama le dolió en el corazón
Y acercándose hacia el hombre le ayudo

Ay si el maestro nos volviera a contar
Alguna historia que nos hiciera recapacitar
Piénsalo, piénsalo

Ay si el maestro nos volviera a contar
Alguna historia que nos hiciera recapacitar
Piénsalo, piénsalo

Ay si el maestro nos volviera a contar
Alguna historia que nos hiciera recapacitar
Piénsalo, piénsalo

Ay si el maestro nos volviera a contar
Alguna historia que nos hiciera recapacitar
Piénsalo, piénsalo

Ay si el maestro nos volviera a contar
Alguna historia que nos hiciera recapacitar
Piénsalo, piénsalo

Ay si el maestro nos volviera a contar
Alguna historia que nos hiciera recapacitar

Parable

I was coming home a little earlier than usual
When I saw that three men were coming towards me
And they attacked me with a knife without any consideration
They left me unconscious under the sun

And the pastor was on his way to church shortly after
The meeting was about to start
He was late and arguing with his wife on the way
Trying not to lose his authority

Oh, if the teacher would tell us again
A story that would make us reflect
Think about it, think about it

Three minutes more and the worship leader appeared
Two keyboards, seven cables and a music stand
And although he seemed to see something red on the verge
He preferred to pass by and ignore it

A disheveled gypsy who was passing by
He couldn't read or write
But seeing the scene, it hurt his heart
And approaching the man, he helped him

Oh, if the teacher would tell us again
A story that would make us reflect
Think about it, think about it

Oh, if the teacher would tell us again
A story that would make us reflect
Think about it, think about it

Oh, if the teacher would tell us again
A story that would make us reflect
Think about it, think about it

Oh, if the teacher would tell us again
A story that would make us reflect
Think about it, think about it

Oh, if the teacher would tell us again
A story that would make us reflect
Think about it, think about it

Oh, if the teacher would tell us again
A story that would make us reflect