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Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill
Of hope for a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood
Of man for whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs,
"What's going on?!"
And I say, "Hey, hey!"
I said, "Hey, what's going on?"
And I say, "Hey, hey!"
I said, "Hey, what's going on?"
Ooh, ooh... Ooh, ooh... Ooh, ooh... Ooh, ooh
And I try, oh, my God, do I try
I try all the time
In this institution
And I pray, oh, my God, do I pray
I pray every single day
For revolution
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs,
"What's going on?!"
And I say, "Hey, hey!"
I said, "Hey, what's going on?"
And I say, "Hey, hey!"
I said, "Hey, what's going on?"
And I say, "Hey, hey!" yeah yeah yeah
I said, "Hey, what's going on?"
And I say, "Hey, hey!"
I said, "Hey, what's going on?"
Ooh, ooh... Ooh, ooh...
Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill
Of hope for a destination
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Veinticinco años y mi vida aĂșn sigue tratando
De levantarse de esta gran montaña de esperanza,
Por un destino.
Me di cuenta rĂĄpidamente cuando debĂ
Que el mundo estaba hecho de esta hermandad
De hombres para lo que sea que eso signifique
Y entonces lloro a veces
Cuando estoy en mi cama
SĂłlo para sacar todo
Lo que estĂĄ en mi cabeza y yo,
Yo me siento un poco peculiar.
Y asà me despierto en las mañanas
Y salgo afuera
Respiro profundamente y me pongo en onda
Y grito desde el fondo de mis pulmones
âÂżQuĂ© estĂĄ pasando?â"
Y digo: âhey, heyâ
Dije: âhey, ÂżquĂ© estĂĄ pasando?â
Y digo: âhey, heyâ
Dije: âhey, ÂżquĂ© estĂĄ pasando?"
Ooh, ooh... Ooh, ooh... Ooh, ooh... Ooh, ooh
Y yo trato, oh, Dios mĂo, yo trato
Trato todo el tiempo
En esta instituciĂłn
Y yo rezo, oh, Dios mĂo, yo rezo
Rezo cada dĂa
Por una revoluciĂłn
Y entonces lloro a veces
Cuando estoy en mi cama
SĂłlo para sacar todo
Lo que estĂĄ en mi cabeza y yo,
Yo me siento un poco peculiar.
Y asà me despierto en las mañanas
Y salgo afuera
Respiro profundamente y me pongo en onda
Y grito desde el fondo de mis pulmones
âÂżQuĂ© estĂĄ pasando?â
Y digo: âhey, heyâ
Dije: âhey, ÂżquĂ© estĂĄ pasando?â
Y digo: âhey, heyâ
Dije: âhey, ÂżquĂ© estĂĄ pasando?"
Y digo: âhey, heyâ sĂ, sĂ, sĂ
Dije: âhey, ÂżquĂ© estĂĄ pasando?â
Y digo: âhey, heyâ
Dije: âhey, ÂżquĂ© estĂĄ pasando?"
Ooh, ooh... Ooh, ooh...
Veinticinco años y mi vida aĂșn sigue tratando
De levantarse de esta gran montaña de esperanza
Por un destino.
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