The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway - Spanish lyrics (Disc 1) En 1990, antes que la Internet fuera lo que es hoy, me di a la tarea de traducir todas las letras del legendario album que fue "
The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway ", de la super-banda progresiva Genesis. Hoy en dia, mas de quince años después, aún no consigo una página que contenga estas letras en español, así que decidí copiar mi traducción de entonces aquí. Por limitaciones de espacio en Blogger, he repartido las letras en dos posts divididos por disco. Este es el primero y aqui tienen un
link al segundo , que corresponde al segundo disco.
Disco 1
THE LAMB LIES DOWN ON BROADWAY Y el cordero yace (no opone resistencia) on Broadway.
Manhattan early in the morning,
ocean winds blow over the earth.
Palace Films is now waste (not done),
The all-night watchmen have fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
is the same old ending-time to go.
Out!
seems they can not abandon his dream.
There is something moving in the sidewalk steam, And the lamb lies
on Broadway.
Flyers (fugitive) of the night feel their pain.
The pharmacy (drugstore) low strings.
metal movement comes from explosions, but the station
service can quench that thirst.
suspension broke
discarded roadside trucker's eyes read "Overweight" and out of the underground
, Chico
Rael Imperial Aerosol
Sale in the light of day, the spray gun (spraygun) hidden, And the lamb
lies on Broadway.
The lamb seems out of place, however
the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face. Somehow
lying there, Brings a quiet
air.
Although man-made light at night is very bright,
There is no cover-up victim,
As neon lights darken,
giving way to the layer (hand) white. Rael Imperial Aerosol
Chico,
clean your gun, have forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies on Broadway. Suzanne
tired (tired) its job done,
think money (money)-honey (honey) - (be on)-neon (neon).
The velvet glove sounds the horn driver
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn. Wonder Women
remove the light with your screen (screen)! (Draw your screen)
not look at me! I'm not your type,
'm Rael!
Something inside me has just begun,
God knows what I've done, And the lamb lies
on Broadway.
On Broadway-They say the lights are always bright on Broadway.
They say there's always magic in the air. Back to top
FLY ON A WINDSHIELD There's something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square. Nobody seems to care
,
They continue as if nothing was there.
The wind is blowing harder now, Blowing dust
in my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin, Making a crust
(bark) within which I can not move
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.
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BROADWAY MELODY OF 1974
Echoes in the Everglades (swamps) of Broadway,
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades: Lenny Bruce
, declares a truce and plays his other hand.
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewing, head buried in the sand.
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there is no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies promoted, he is alone with his comedy failing.
The Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band plays "In the mood"
The cheerleader waves her cyanide baton, there is a smell of flowers (bud) Peach (peach) and almond tart (sour).
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, you know that in a fragrance, you can bottle all you did.
Howard Hughes has made blue suede shoes, smiling at the batuteras smoking Winston cigarettes.
And as the song and dancing begin, children play at home with needles, needles and pins.
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CUCKOO COCOON Wrapped in a powdered wool-I guess (I guess) I'm losing touch.
not tell me this is dying, because I have not changed much.
The only sounds are drops of water, I wonder where the hell I am. Some kind
of binding (sauce)? Cuckoo Cocoon
perhaps I regained consciousness, too early for you?
There is nothing that I can recognize, this is no place I have ever known.
With no sign of life at all, I guess I'm alone,
And I feel so safe I know this can not be real but I feel good. Cuckoo Cocoon
perhaps I regained consciousness too early for you?
I wonder if I am a prisoner locked in some Brooklyn jail-or some kind
of Jonah shut up inside the whale.
No, I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave, what could
saving me? Cuckoo Cocoon
perhaps I regained consciousness too early for you? Back to top
IN THE CAGE I have sunshine in my stomach
As if he had to rock my baby until he fell asleep.
I have sunshine in my stomach
And I can not help falling asleep,
Sleep, deep in the deep.
The face of the rock (Rockface) moves to press my skin White liquids turn
sour (bitter) in
They become fast (s)-
become sour sweat They become become sour. Should I
tell myself I'm not here,
I'm drowning in a liquid fear.
Bottled in a strong compression My distortion shows
obsession In the cave.
me out of this cave!
If I keep self-control,
be secure in my soul.
And the childhood belief Brings Relief
a moment
But my cynic soon returns And the lifeboat
burns,
my spirit just never learns.
stalactites, stalagmites
close in on me, I closed tightly and locked.
lips are dry, throat is dry.
I feel as if I burn, your stomach is stirred,
I'm wearing a white suit trudging
(filling) the remaining space.
Body stretching, feel (feel) misery (misery)
In the cage Get me out of this cage!
In the glow of a light
I see a strange kind of vision
cages joined to form a star
Each person can not go very far;
All
tied to their things are entangled by their strings, Free to
flutter in memories of their wasted wings.
Outside the cage I see my brother John,
He turns his head so slowly.
I scream Help! before it can go,
And I see no sound.
And I cry 'John please help me! "
But not even want to try to talk.
I am helpless in my violent rage And a silent
drop of blood dripping down his cheek,
And I see it turn again and leave the cage.
My little runaway.
In a trap, feel a strap
stay calm, set (holes) to kill (death),
Narrow likely to achieve it,
straight jacket with padded,
Just (just) as Calle 22,
When they grabbed me by the neck and feet. Pressures
forming, not take it anymore.
rammed my headaches, my pain by ear roar.
In pain Get me out of this pain.
If you could change to liquid,
could fill the cracks in the rock.
But I know I am solid
And I am my own bad luck,
But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves,
And for no reason my body revolves.
still spinning
still spinning
Spinning, Spinning
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THE GRAND PARADE OF PACKAGING LIFELESS
"The last great adventure left (which is) the man," cried a lady
dacaida (discouraged) Offering his wrists
sleep unless unfair prices,
And as notes and coins are taken
I accepted (made in), the factory floor.
For the Grand Parade (procession) of
Lifeless Packaging-All ready to use
the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging-just need
a fuse.
have (n) accumulated in every shadow people,
must RIEF (s) or trade. Marked
with address, in a fatality accident,
Matching (level) your personality.
With profit potential marked by a sign,
I can recognize someone from the production line,
No bite at all in bonded labor,
wrinkled wrappers or dressing only human.
The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging-All
is ready to use the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging-just need
a fuse.
The decorations on the ceiling has planned her day
future I see no sign of free will,
So I guess (I guess) I'll have to pay
pay my way (way), for the Grand Parade
Life Without
of Packaging-All ready to use
the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging-just need
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BACK IN NYC I see faces and signs (tracks) back home in New York City-
So you think I am I am a rude boy? Is that what you heard?
Well I like to see some action and gets into my blood.
call me leaving a trail of signs in the trunks of trees-Rael-electric razor. I
pitcher (pitcher) on the chain gang, we do not believe in pain
We are only as strong as the weakest link in the chain. Pontiac
released me when I was only seventeen, I had
out of me, if you know what I mean I mean,
You say I must be crazy, because I do not care who I hit, who hit.
But I know it's me who is hitting, and I'm not full of shit.
I do not care who I hurt, I do not care who do evil (hurt),
This is your mess I'm stuck, not really belong.
When I take my bottle full of gasoline,
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, where have you been Rael.
As stroked
porcupine He said I could not blame anyone but me, I held my heart
full of hair, shaving
time, shear, to him.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
exploded.
You're sitting in your comfort you do not believe I'm real,
You can not buy protection from the way I feel. Your progressive hypocrites
deliver their garbage,
But it was mine at first, so the burn to ashes.
And I've tried the strongest meats, And
have sacrificed in colored sheets.
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you are out walking the streets with your drug connection?
connection
As stroked
porcupine He said I could not blame anyone but me, I held my heart
full of hair, shaving
time, shear, to him.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! Back to top
COUNTING OUT TIME
'm omitting (excluding) time
I have written in numbers.
All those numbers!
(Le) da (n) my phone!
Oh God I need that now.
The day of reckoning has come, And you can
bet I've been resting,
for this test,
digesting every word the experts say. Erogenous zones
love them.
Without you, what would a poor boy?
found a girl he wanted out,
I should clarify.
I went to buy a book before it was too late.
not leave anything to chance. And I have studied CADDA
line, every page in the book,
And now I have the real thing here, I'll take a look, take a look
.
This is Rael! I am omitting
time, waiting to come out as planned, because I understand
. Look! I found the Hot Spots
Figures 1-9. I'm omitting
-time, I have my finger on the button,
"Do not say anything, just stay there still
And I turn you should be." Erogenous zones
love them.
Without you, what would a poor boy?
Toco and left with the 1-6.
A little trouble in zone No. 7.
I remember all the tricks.
The sky is ahead in the No. 11!
Getting crucial responses with dilation of the pupils.
"Darling (get ready)! It's time to open the lock, open the lock. Yay!" -More on Casanova_
'm omitting time, reaction none too happy,
Please do not slap me.
I'ma red-blooded male and the book said I could not miss. I am omitting
time, got unexpected pain of my lover.
I will ask my money back in the library immediately. Erogenous zones
the questionnaire
Without you what would a poor boy?
Without you, mankind (handkinds) through the sadness. Back to top
The Carpet Crawlers There
lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
-emits a special kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
imaginary creatures are caught in celluloid.
fleas cling golden fleece, Hoping to find peace
.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There is no hiding in my memory.
no empty space.
The cover carried the carpet in the hallway red ocher.
For my second sight of people, have more lifeblood than before.
They move. They move in time to a heavy wooden door.
Where the needle's eye is blinking, closing to the poor.
The crawling across the carpet to heed the call:
"We go to We go out to exit
"
There is only one direction in the faces I see;
is up to the roof, where it is said chamber.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that goes to the root ( he loves) for each tree.
They are pulled upward by the magnet, believing they are free.
The crawling across the carpet to heed the call:
"We get to go
We enter to exit "
mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins endure their laughter with their bodies glowing.
Through the door a harvest feast is lit by light to candles;
is the foot of a spiral staircase out of sight.
The crawling across the carpet to heed the call:
"We get to go
We enter to exit"
The porcelain mannequin with broken skin fears attack.
impatient group raises their mugs, they carry everything they need.
The liquid is frozen, which has flowed through the crack, and he who flatters
(tickles) took (takes) his stickleback (fish). The
crawling across the carpet to heed the call:
"We get to go
We get to go" back to top
THE CHAMBER OF 32 DOORS At the top of the stairs, there are hundreds of people turning
running towards the doors.
They try to get themselves an audience;
their deductions need applause.
The rich man in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game, but the juggler
(impostor) is another game of cards.
need someone to believe, someone to trust,
need someone to believe, someone to trust.
I would trust more in a rural man in a man City
can judge by their eyes, take a look if you can,
The smile through his guard, Survival trains
drive.
I would trust more in a man who works with his hands,
once you look, you know he understands,
not need any shield,
When you are out in the field.
But down here,
I'm so alone with my fear,
With everything I hear.
And every door, through which I walked
bring me back here,
I find my own way.
The priest and the magician, Singing all the songs
they have heard;
They are screaming my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.
My father to my left, my mother
right,
As everyone else is pointing
But no address appears to be correct.
And I need someone to believe, someone to trust,
need someone to believe, someone to trust.
I would trust more in a man who does not shout what he has found,
No need to sell if you're going home.
If I choose the one hand,
The ride will not take me. Back in
In this room of many doors,
I have no where to hide. I'd give all my
dreams, if you help me, to find a door
Do not bring me back here again, take me
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