Текст и перевод песни Pedro Pastor - Los del 94'
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Era
tan
guapa
como
las
flores
She
was
as
pretty
as
flowers
Tenía
un
jardin
en
su
mirada
de
tres
colores
She
had
a
three-coloured
garden
in
her
eyes
Rojo
de
la
soledad
Red
from
loneliness
Amarillo
de
la
luz
Yellow
from
the
light
Y
morado
de
luchar
And
purple
from
fighting
Hablaba
de
política
She
talked
about
politics
Comía
regaliz
She
ate
liquorice
Queria
ser
cantante
She
wanted
to
be
a
singer
Yo
comerle
la
nariz
I
wanted
to
eat
her
nose
Era
domingo
It
was
Sunday
Y
cerraban
los
comercios
And
the
shops
were
closed
Y
la
lluvia
era
un
perfecto
And
the
rain
was
a
perfect
Lugar
para
escribir
Place
to
write
Los
del
94
The
class
of
'94
Tramaban
algo
They
were
plotting
something
Corria
maratones
She
ran
marathons
En
su
pelo
largo
In
her
long
hair
Cantaba
el
_____
She
sang
_____
A
medio
pulmon
At
the
top
of
her
lungs
Bebia
poesia
She
drank
poetry
Y
entendia
su
sabor
And
understood
its
flavour
Leia
a
saramago
She
read
Saramago
Y
se
quedaba
muda
por
un
rato
And
was
left
speechless
for
a
while
De
ver
ciegos
Seeing
the
blind
Creia
en
Carlos
Marx
She
believed
in
Karl
Marx
Y
en
la
revolución
And
in
revolution
Tenia
un
cuadro
falso
She
had
a
fake
painting
Del
Bosco
en
el
salon
Of
Bosch
in
the
living
room
Amaba
en
libertad
She
loved
freely
E
iba
en
libertad
And
she
went
freely
A
dejarse
enamorar
To
let
herself
fall
in
love
Los
del
94
The
class
of
'94
Tramaban
algo
They
were
plotting
something
Compuse
100
canciones
en
sus
ojos
flacos
I
composed
100
songs
in
her
slender
eyes
Reia
sin
parar
She
laughed
without
stopping
Cuando
fumaba
When
she
smoked
La
reina
del
lugar
The
queen
of
the
place
Con
solo
una
mirada
With
just
one
look
Mentia
sin
parar
She
lied
without
stopping
Te
digo
la
verdad
I'm
telling
you
the
truth
Si
miento
solo
es
If
I
lie,
it's
only
Para
no
sentirme
mal
To
avoid
feeling
bad
Te
buscaba
en
las
esquinas
I
looked
for
you
on
street
corners
Te
encontraba
en
los
espejos
I
found
you
in
mirrors
Era
imposible
no
sentirse
viejo
It
was
impossible
not
to
feel
old
Que
no
tome
medicinas
That
I
don't
take
medicine
Y
que
quiera
mis
consejos
And
that
she
wants
my
advice
Que
te
mire
That
she
looks
at
you
A
traves
de
sus
reflejos
Through
her
reflections
No
te
conozco
todavia
I
still
don't
know
you
(O
eso
creo)
(Or
so
I
think)
Porque
me
veo
donde
tu
miras
Because
I
see
myself
where
you
look
Te
miraré
y
me
veré
I
will
look
at
you
and
see
myself
Los
del
94
The
class
of
'94
Que
traman
algo
They're
up
to
something
Y
tu
y
yo
vamos
And
you
and
I
are
going
A
reventarlo
To
blow
it
up
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Авторы: Pedro Pastor Guerra, Marcos Bayon
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