Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Como tù, artist - Benoit Morel
Date of issue: 28.08.2006
Song language: Spanish
Como tù(original) |
Recuerde el alma dormida, avive el seso y despierte |
contemplando |
como se pasa la vida, como se viene la muerte |
tan callando |
cuan presto se va el placer cuando despus de acordado |
da dolor |
como a nuestro parecer cualquiera tiempo pasado |
fue mejor |
Este mundo es el camino para el otro que es morada |
sin pesar |
mas cumple tener buen tino para andar esta jornada |
sin errar |
partimos cuando nacemos, andamos mientras vivimos |
y llegamos |
al tiempo que fenecemos, as que cuando morimos |
descansamos |
Los placeres y dulzores de esta vida trabajada |
que tenemos |
no son sino corredores y la muerte la celada |
en que caemos |
no mirando a nuestro dao corremos a rienda suelta |
sin parar |
y es que vemos el engao y queremos dar la vuelta |
no hay lugar |
Esos reyes poderosos que vemos por escrituras |
ya pasadas |
con casos tristes llorosos, fueron sus buenas venturas |
trastornadas |
as que no ha cosa fuerte, que a Papa, emperadores |
y prelados |
as los trata la muerte como a los pobres pastores |
de ganado |
Despus de puesta la vida tantas veces por su ley |
al tablero |
despus de tan bien servida la corona de su rey |
verdadero |
despus de tanta hazaa a que no puede bastar |
cuenta cierta |
en la su villa de Ocaa vino la muerte a llamar |
a su puerta |
Diciendo buen caballero dejad el mundo engaoso |
y sus halagos |
vuestro corazn de acero muestre su esfuerzo famoso |
en este trago |
y pues de vida y salud hicisteis tan poca cuenta |
por la fama |
esfurcese la virtud para sufrir esta afrenta |
que os llama |
As con tal entender todos sentidos humanos |
conservados |
cercado de su mujer y de sus hijos y hermanos |
y criados |
y el alma quien se la dio, la cual la |
(translation) |
Remember the sleeping soul, wake up the brain and wake up |
watching |
how life is spent, how death comes |
so quiet |
how quickly the pleasure goes when after agreed |
it hurts |
as in our opinion any past tense |
It was better |
This world is the way for the other that is dwelling |
without regret |
but it fulfills to have good judgment to walk this journey |
without error |
we leave when we are born, we walk while we live |
and we arrived |
at the time we die, so when we die |
we rested |
The pleasures and sweetness of this toiled life |
what we have |
they are but runners and death is their trap |
in which we fall |
not looking at our dao we run free rein |
non-stop |
and it is that we see the deception and we want to turn around |
there is no place |
Those mighty kings that we see by scriptures |
already past |
with tearful sad cases, were their good fortunes |
upset |
so there is no strong thing, that the Pope, emperors |
and prelates |
That's how death treats them like poor shepherds |
cattle |
After putting life so many times by his law |
to the board |
after so well served the crown of his king |
real |
after so much feat that can not be enough |
true account |
in his villa in Ocaa death came to call |
at your door |
Saying good knight leave the deceitful world |
and his compliments |
your heart of steel show your effort famous |
in this drink |
and then of life and health you did so little account |
for the fame |
strive the virtue to suffer this affront |
what calls you |
So with such an understanding of all human senses |
preserved |
surrounded by his wife from him and from his children and brothers |
and servants |
and the soul who gave it to him, which |