Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La belleza, artist - Miguel Bose. Album song Girados, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 12.10.2000
Record label: Warner Music Benelux
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 peso 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 |
| La belleza… la belleza… la belleza… 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 porque nos deslumbre su parásita ambición |
| Antes iban de profetas y ahora el éxito es su meta |
| Mercaderes, traficantes, mas que nausea dan tristeza |
| No rozaron ni un instante… la belleza |
| La belleza… la belleza… la belleza… 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 tienes, 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 |
| La belleza… la belleza… la belleza… la belleza. |
| (translation) |
| Enemy of the war and its reverse the medal |
| I did not propose another battle than to fight the heart |
| to get down on the ground |
| Under the weight of a story |
| That was going to raise to glory the power of reason |
| And now that there are no more trenches |
| combat is the ladder |
| And whoever climbs to the top will save his head |
| Although he sinks into the asphalt... the beauty |
| The beauty… the beauty… the beauty… the beauty. |
| Look at them like reptiles on the prowl for prey |
| Negotiating second-hand makeup at each table |
| Follow all the rails that lead to the summit |
| Crazy because we are dazzled by their parasitic ambition |
| Before they were prophets and now success is their goal |
| Merchants, traffickers, more than nausea they give sadness |
| They did not touch for a moment… the beauty |
| The beauty… the beauty… the beauty… the beauty. |
| And they told me about fraternal, supportive futures |
| Where everything false would end up in the pylon |
| And now that the wall is falling, we are no longer so equal |
| You have so much, you are worth so much… long live the revolution! |
| I claim the mirage of trying to be oneself |
| That journey towards nothingness that consists of certainty |
| To find in your gaze... the beauty |
| The beauty… the beauty… the beauty… the beauty. |