Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Belleza, artist - Luis Eduardo Aute. Date of issue: 01.01.1995
Song language: Spanish
La Belleza(original) |
| Enemigo de la guerra |
| Y su reverso, la medalla |
| No propuse otra batalla |
| Que librar al corazón |
| De ponerse cuerpo a tierra |
| Bajo el paso de una historia |
| Que iba a alzar hasta la gloria |
| El poder de la razón |
| Y ahora que ya no hay trincheras |
| El combate es la escalera |
| Y el que trepe a lo mas alto |
| Pondrá a salvo su cabeza |
| Aunque se hunda en el asfalto |
| La belleza… |
| Míralos, como reptiles |
| Al acecho de la presa |
| Negociando en cada mesa |
| Maquillajes de ocasión; |
| Siguen todos los raíles |
| Que conduzcan a la cumbre |
| Locos por que nos deslumbre |
| Su parásita ambición |
| Antes iban de profetas |
| Y ahora el éxito es su meta; |
| Mercaderes, traficantes |
| Mas que náusea dan tristeza |
| No rozaron ni un instante |
| La belleza… |
| Y me hablaron de futuros |
| Fraternales, solidarios |
| Donde todo lo falsario |
| Acabaría en el pilón |
| Y ahora que se cae el muro |
| Ya no somos tan iguales |
| Tanto vendes, tanto vales |
| ¡Viva la revolución! |
| Reivindico el espejismo |
| De intentar ser uno mismo |
| Ese viaje hacia la nada |
| Que consiste en la certeza |
| De encontrar en tu mirada |
| La belleza… |
| (translation) |
| enemy of war |
| And his back of it, the medal |
| I did not propose another battle |
| that rid the heart |
| to get down on the ground |
| Under the passage of a story |
| That I was going to raise up to glory |
| The power of reason |
| And now that there are no more trenches |
| combat is the ladder |
| And the one who climbs to the highest |
| He will save his head |
| Although he sinks into the asphalt |
| The beauty… |
| Look at them, like reptiles |
| on the lookout for prey |
| Trading at every table |
| Occasion makeup; |
| follow all the rails |
| that lead to the top |
| Crazy because it dazzles us |
| His parasitic ambition |
| Before they were prophets |
| And now success is your goal of him; |
| Merchants, traffickers |
| More than nausea they give sadness |
| They did not touch for a moment |
| The beauty… |
| And they told me about futures |
| Fraternal, supportive |
| where everything fake |
| I would end up in the pylon |
| And now that the wall is falling |
| We are not so equal anymore |
| You sell so much, you are worth so much |
| Long live the revolution! |
| I claim the mirage |
| of trying to be oneself |
| That trip to nothing |
| What does certainty consist of? |
| To find in your gaze |
| The beauty… |