Lyrics: Xabi San Martín & Amaia Montero.
Music: La Oreja De Van Gogh
Dos Cristales | Two Crystals |
Existen dos cristales Para descubrir el mundo. Existen siempre mil males Que son buenos para el zurdo Personas que desean Que el cosmos se haga normal. Personas que imploran Que no lo sea ya Ilusos que hoy arrojan A la fuente sus monedas. Realistas que no dudan En mojarse y cogerlas Por eso yo te digo Que hay dos tipos de dialectos Que hay dos tipos de secretos Fundidos en uno mismo Coro: No es fácil elegir Dos mil formas de sentir Dos mil formas de vivir. Tendrás que aprender a escuchar Al duende que está ahí, en ti Tenemos dos mitades Separadas por un hilo Y ese hilo, por su parte Mil cantones divididos Buscamos insaciables Lo sincero de nosotros La fracción incorruptible Lo que es sólido en todos El átomo que diga Que tiremos las monedas A esa fuente cristalina Donde el cosmos se genera Estrofa 4 Coro × 6 |
Two crystals exist For discovering the world. A thousand ills always exist That are good for the perverse People that wish The cosmos might become normal. People that beg That it might not be it yet Dreamers that today throw Their coins in the fountain. Realists that do not hesitate In getting wet and collecting them That is why I am telling you That there are two types of dialects That there are two types of secrets Melted into one Chorus: It is not easy to choose Two thousand ways to feel Two thousand ways to live. You will have to learn to listen To the spirit that is there, in you We have two halves Separated by a thread And that thread, for its part A thousand divided regions We seek insatiably The sincere in ourselves The incorruptible part That is sound in everyone The atom that might say That we are throwing the coins In that crystal clear fountain Where the cosmos is being generated Verse 4 Chorus × 6 |