Sin más ni más.
"AVALON" - English Lyrics
And the wind blows over from the sea
Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand
Unsure of who we're smarter than or what we're meant to be
If the grains sift coarsely through the hourglass
And collect like their victims in the bowl
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains,
While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul
Chorus
And it's no,
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along, and find your Avalon.
Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy,
Take the paved road down to Paradise
But the truth is, my friends, pain and suffering never ends,
Make amends with medicine, amnesia and lies
All the grains sift coarsely through the hourglass
And the pound like boulders in the brain
All those things that you did for fun, never hurting anyone,
Careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame
Chorus repeat (x2)
So now the day races from the twilight
How the fields are enveloped by the shade,
And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well
Crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed
Chorus repeat
"AVALON" - Traducción
* Nota: Avalon se refiere al mítico lugar de las leyendas artúricas. Se utiliza metafóricamente para referir un estado en el cual eres dueño de ti mismo y capaz de dar sentido a tu vida.
Como el sol asoma entre las montañas,
Y la brisa sopla desde el mar,
Oye, nos traen a este lugar como finas partículas de arena
Sin estar seguros de si somos más listos que aquél, o de quiénes estamos destinados a ser
Si los granos de arena caen burdamente por el reloj,
Y se amontonan como sus víctimas en el fondo,
La profana fuerza del cambio erosiona todo sentido de ganancias terrenas,
Y atender a lo mundano seguramente traerá terror a tu alma.
ESTRIBILLO:
Y no,
No sirve de nada pensar que te equivocas,
El pasado está muerto y enterrado,
Es mejor seguir adelante, y encontrar tu "Avalon".
Bueno, me gustaría decirte que es fácil,
"coge el camino que lleva al Paraíso",
Pero la verdad es, amigos míos, que el dolor y el sufrimiento nunca se acaban,
Podéis ponerles parches con medicina, amnesia y mentiras.
Todos los granos de arena caen burdamente por el reloj,
Y golpean como peñascos en el cerebro,
Todas las cosas que hiciste por diversión, sin hacer daño a nadie
Son sombras descuidadas al sol, solamente vacías y cojas
ESTRIBILLO x2
Ahora el día coge velocidad desde el atardecer,
Cómo los campos se envuelven en la sombra,
Y la historia que contarás, inventario de tu pozo [¿juego de palabras con "well", "pozo" y "bienestar"?]
Rompe el recubrimiento y encuentra la argamasa sucia y podrida.
ESTRIBILLO
"AVALON" - English Lyrics
As the sun comes creeping up the mountain
And the wind blows over from the sea
Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand
Unsure of who we're smarter than or what we're meant to be
If the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
And collect like their victims in the bowl
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains
While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul
And it's no
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy
Take the paved road right to paradise
But the truth is, my friends, pain and suffering never ends
Make amends with medicine, amnesia and lies
All the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
And they pound like boulders on the brain
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone
Careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame
And it's no
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
Watch out
So now the day races from the twilight
How the fields are enveloped by the shade
And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well
Crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed
And it's no
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
It's best to hurry on and find your Avalon
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/bad-religion/avalon-lyrics/#rAVXEE3LcVZt55DC.99
As the sun comes creeping down the mountain,And the wind blows over from the sea
Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand
Unsure of who we're smarter than or what we're meant to be
If the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
And collect like their victims in the bowl
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains
While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul
And it's no
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy
Take the paved road right to paradise
But the truth is, my friends, pain and suffering never ends
Make amends with medicine, amnesia and lies
All the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
And they pound like boulders on the brain
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone
Careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame
And it's no
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
Watch out
So now the day races from the twilight
How the fields are enveloped by the shade
And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well
Crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed
And it's no
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
It's best to hurry on and find your Avalon
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/bad-religion/avalon-lyrics/#rAVXEE3LcVZt55DC.99
And the wind blows over from the sea
Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand
Unsure of who we're smarter than or what we're meant to be
If the grains sift coarsely through the hourglass
And collect like their victims in the bowl
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains,
While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul
Chorus
And it's no,
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along, and find your Avalon.
Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy,
Take the paved road down to Paradise
But the truth is, my friends, pain and suffering never ends,
Make amends with medicine, amnesia and lies
All the grains sift coarsely through the hourglass
And the pound like boulders in the brain
All those things that you did for fun, never hurting anyone,
Careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame
Chorus repeat (x2)
So now the day races from the twilight
How the fields are enveloped by the shade,
And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well
Crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed
Chorus repeat
"AVALON" - Traducción
* Nota: Avalon se refiere al mítico lugar de las leyendas artúricas. Se utiliza metafóricamente para referir un estado en el cual eres dueño de ti mismo y capaz de dar sentido a tu vida.
Como el sol asoma entre las montañas,
Y la brisa sopla desde el mar,
Oye, nos traen a este lugar como finas partículas de arena
Sin estar seguros de si somos más listos que aquél, o de quiénes estamos destinados a ser
Si los granos de arena caen burdamente por el reloj,
Y se amontonan como sus víctimas en el fondo,
La profana fuerza del cambio erosiona todo sentido de ganancias terrenas,
Y atender a lo mundano seguramente traerá terror a tu alma.
ESTRIBILLO:
Y no,
No sirve de nada pensar que te equivocas,
El pasado está muerto y enterrado,
Es mejor seguir adelante, y encontrar tu "Avalon".
Bueno, me gustaría decirte que es fácil,
"coge el camino que lleva al Paraíso",
Pero la verdad es, amigos míos, que el dolor y el sufrimiento nunca se acaban,
Podéis ponerles parches con medicina, amnesia y mentiras.
Todos los granos de arena caen burdamente por el reloj,
Y golpean como peñascos en el cerebro,
Todas las cosas que hiciste por diversión, sin hacer daño a nadie
Son sombras descuidadas al sol, solamente vacías y cojas
ESTRIBILLO x2
Ahora el día coge velocidad desde el atardecer,
Cómo los campos se envuelven en la sombra,
Y la historia que contarás, inventario de tu pozo [¿juego de palabras con "well", "pozo" y "bienestar"?]
Rompe el recubrimiento y encuentra la argamasa sucia y podrida.
ESTRIBILLO
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