Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Torre De babel, artist - Los Tres. Date of issue: 05.09.2018
Song language: Spanish
La Torre De babel(original) |
| En la Torre de Babel |
| Vivían cincuenta cigarros |
| Vivían amontonados |
| Hechos todos de papel |
| Uno a uno alineados |
| Todos muy bien formados |
| El más pequeño era aquel |
| Y se llamaba Gabriel |
| Tabaco fino, algodones |
| Iban a ver el río |
| Iban cantando canciones |
| Muertos de frío |
| La pasión de Gabriel |
| Era nadar en el río |
| Le contó de esto a su tío |
| Que era un cigarro de miel |
| Su tío que era muy viejo |
| No le puso reparos |
| Y cuando llegó el habano |
| Forrado entero de café |
| «Dónde se metió Gabriel» |
| Preguntó inquieto el habano |
| «Se fue con otros cigarros |
| A ver el río correr» |
| «No lo puedo creer |
| Eres muy mal ciudadano |
| Pues tu sobrino y hermano |
| Tal vez nunca pueda volver» |
| Cuando llegó el habano |
| A la orilla del río |
| Vió un pequeño cigarro |
| Muerto, abierto y tendido |
| Estaba todo mojado |
| Sin señales de vida |
| El tabaco se desprendía |
| Quedaba desparramado |
| Tristeza, llantos, lamentos |
| Reinarán desde hoy en Babel |
| Se nos ha muerto Gabriel |
| Todo ha quedado en silencio |
| Solamente un buen fuego |
| Puede dar muerte a un cigarro |
| Pero si muere ahogado es igual |
| Que si a un hombre lo mataran colgado |
| Colgaaaadoooo |
| Colgaaaadooo… |
| (translation) |
| At the Tower of Babel |
| Fifty cigars lived |
| They lived crowded |
| All made of paper |
| One by one lined up |
| all very well trained |
| The smallest was that |
| And his name was Gabriel |
| Fine tobacco, cottons |
| They were going to see the river |
| They were singing songs |
| dead of cold |
| Gabriel's Passion |
| It was swimming in the river |
| He told his uncle about this |
| That he was a honey cigar |
| His uncle who was very old |
| He didn't object |
| And when the cigar arrived |
| Whole lined with coffee |
| «Where did Gabriel go» |
| asked the Cuban restlessly |
| «He left with other cigarettes |
| To see the river run» |
| "I can't believe it |
| you are a very bad citizen |
| Well, your nephew and brother |
| Maybe he can never come back" |
| When the cigar arrived |
| By the river |
| He saw a little cigar |
| Dead, open and lying |
| he was all wet |
| no signs of life |
| The tobacco fell off |
| was scattered |
| Sadness, tears, regrets |
| They will reign from today in Babel |
| If Gabriel has died |
| Everything has gone silent |
| just a good fire |
| It can kill a cigarette |
| But if he drowns it's the same |
| That if a man was killed by hanging |
| hanging |
| Hang on… |