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 returning home a little earlier than usual
When I saw that about three came upon me,
And with knives in hand, attacked me without contemplation
They left me unconscious under the sun

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

Oh, if only the master would tell us again,
Some story that would make us reconsider
Think about it, think about it

Three minutes later, the worship leader appeared
Two keyboards, seven cables, and a music stand
And although he thought he saw something red on the side of the road,
He preferred to go straight past and keep a low profile

A disheveled Gypsy who was passing by,
He didn't know how to read or write
But when he saw the scene, his heart ached
And approaching the man, he helped him

Oh, if only the master would tell us again,
Some story that would make us reconsider
Think about it, think about it

Oh, if only the master would tell us again,
Some story that would make us reconsider
Think about it, think about it

Oh, if only the master would tell us again,
Some story that would make us reconsider
Think about it, think about it

Oh, if only the master would tell us again,
Some story that would make us reconsider
Think about it, think about it

Oh, if only the master would tell us again,
Some story that would make us reconsider
Think about it, think about it

Oh, if only the master would tell us again,
Some story that would make us reconsider