Notre-Dame de Paris (musical) - Dios que mundo tan injusto (превод на Английски)

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Dios que mundo tan injusto

Quasimodo:
Dios que mundo tan injusto
Yo un bufon, el un senor
Ni a cambio de la luna
Ella me dara su amor
Y el sin hacer un gesto
Sin palabras, sin miradas
Desperto en sus ojos negros
La ternura que ella ignoraba
Ella el cuerpo ofrecera
A ese gran embaucador
La deslumbrara el disfraz
Sin ver en el interior
 
Dios que mundo tan injusto
Yo un horror, el un galan
Le regalara la luna
Que ella ni le pedira
 
Dios que mundo tan injusto
Ella ama a un seductor
Pues su piel no la acaricia
Un gran don nadie como yo
Mi apariencia es un insulto
A su beldad tan sensual
Un error al engendrarme
De un dios que me quiso mal
 
Dios que mundo tan injusto
No tenemos ni fortuna
Pero ellos tienen todo
Todo menos corazon
Nacen ya entre puntillas
A la guerra y al amor
Para nosotros los gusanos
La vida es mucho mejor
De que lado esta mi Dios
De la pura ostentacion
O de los que cada dia
Le ofrecemos oracion
Adoramos a un jesus
Que preferira el oro
De los reyes de belen
Mas que la ofrenda de un pastor
 
Dios la vida es tan cruel
Al buscar un corazon
Yo tan feo, ella tan bella
Nunca me dara su amor
 
Пуснато от Natoska в Срд, 27/01/2016 - 13:26
Последно редактирано от taddy26 на Втр, 01/08/2017 - 07:23
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God, What an Unfair World

Quasimodo:
God, what an unfair world
I'm a fool, and he's a gentleman
She won't give me her love,
Not even for the moon
Yet he, without even moving,
Without words or looks,
He awoke in her black eyes
A tenderness unknown to her before
She will offer her body
To that great swindler
His mask will bedazzle her,
And she won't look at what is inside
 
God, what an unfair world
I'm hideous, and he's handsome
He will give her the moon
She won't even have to ask
 
God, what an unfair world
She loves a seducer
A skin like hers cannot be caressed
By a great nobody like me
My appearance is offensive,
Next to her most sensual beauty
It was a mistake to be conceived
by a God that did not love me well
 
God, what an unfair world
We don't even have any wealth
And they have everything
Everything but a heart
They are born on their toes
Ahead in war and love
Life is much better
For us worms
On what side is my God?
Is He on the side of mere ostentation,
Or on the side of those of us who, each day,
Offer prayers to Him?
Do we adore a Jesus who
Would prefer gold
From the Kings of Bethlehem,
Rather than the gift of a shepherd?
 
God, life is so cruel
When seeking a heart
I am so ugly; she is so beautiful
She will never give me her love
 
Пуснато от Гост в Пон, 31/07/2017 - 23:11
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