Translation of the song lyrics Tu - Alberto Cortez

Tu (original)

«En el meeting de la Humanidad
Millones de seres gritan lo mismo:
ЎYo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo…
ЎCu, cu, cantaba la rana;
Cu, cu, debajo del agua…
ЎQu montona es la rana humana!
ЎQu montono es el hombre mono!
ЎYo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
Y luego: «A m, para m,
en mi opinin, a mi entender».
ЎM, m, m, m!
ЎY en francs hay un «moi»!
ЎOh, el ««moi""francs!;
Ўse s que es grande!
«ЎMonsieur, le moi!».
La rana es mejor.
ЎCu, cu, cu, cu, cu!
Slo los que aman saben decir… ЎT!».
(J. Benavente)
A ti: a la amiga de las flores,
De los perros vagabundos,
Que tienes fe en este mundo
A pesar de sus errores.
A ti: a la amiga de los locos
Como yo, que de la luna
Hacen toda su fortuna,
Aunque te parezca tan poco.
A ti te pertenecen los versos.
En ti se ha inspirado el poeta…
En ti, porque nominas las cosas,
Las espinas y las rosas
Y la luna… y la vida,
Con el verbo «amar».
A ti: que te sientes responsable
Del infeliz que se queja,
Porque lo encierra una reja
O porque vive en la calle.
A ti: que permaneces callada
Cuando estoy conmigo mismo
Y conoces mis abismos,
Como mis cumbres doradas.
Estoy seguro que a ti
Te pertenecen los versos,
A ti te pertenece el poeta.
A ti: porque nominas las cosas,
Las espinas y las rosas
Y la luna y la vida,
Con el verbo… «amar»

Tu (translation)

«At the meeting of Humanity
Millions of beings shout the same thing:
I, I, I, I, I, I…
Cu, cu, sang the frog;
Cu, cu, under the water...
How monotonous is the human frog!
How monotonous is the ape-man!
I, I, I, I, I, I!
And then: «To me, to me,
in my opinion, to my understanding».
M, m, m, m!
And in French there is a "moi"!
Oh, the ««moi""French!;
I know that's big!
"Monsieur, le moi!"
The frog is better.
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop!
Only those who love know how to say… YOU!».
(J. Benavente)
To you: to the friend of the flowers,
Of the stray dogs,
that you have faith in this world
Despite his mistakes.
To you: to the friend of the crazy
Like me, that of the moon
They make all their fortune,
Even if it seems so little to you.
The verses belong to you.
The poet has been inspired by you...
In you, because you name things,
The thorns and the roses
And the moon... and life,
With the verb "to love".
To you: that you feel responsible
Of the unhappy one who complains,
Because it is enclosed by a fence
Or because he lives on the street.
To you: who remain silent
when i'm by myself
And you know my abysses,
Like my golden peaks.
I'm sure you
the verses belong to you
The poet belongs to you.
To you: because you name things,
The thorns and the roses
And the moon and life,
With the verb… “to love”