Ah, qué gran engaño, pensar que los años
Jamás se terminan, es breve la dicha
Los sanos y enfermos, bravos e indefensos
Es sueño, la vida, que luce tan linda
Querría volver de nuevo a revisar el pasado
Para ver si comprendo aquello que hemos perdido
Vivimos en un mundo horrible
Vamos en busca de una existencia
La gente es cruel y a veces infiel
Y no se avеrgüenza de ser еmbustera
Los puros y jóvenes, y todos los hombres
No vale la huida si no hay osadía
Querría volver de nuevo a revisar los errores
Para acelerar mis procesos interiores
Estaba en quinto de básica
Y entré por suerte en mi existencia
Hecha de días alegres y de continua exploración
Y transformaciones del yo
Ah, qué gran engaño, pensar que los años
Jamás se terminan, es breve la dicha
Querría volver de nuevo
A mi casa de origen
Donde vivía antes de llegar aquí, a la Tierra
Y entré, por suerte, en mi existencia
De antiguas formas
De educación y transformaciones del yo, oh-oh
Y transformaciones del yo
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Pasacalle Lyrics English
Ah, what a great deception, think that the years
They never end, happiness is brief
The healthy and sick, brave and helpless
It is a dream, life, which looks so pretty
I would like to review the past again
To see if I understand what we have lost
We live in a horrible world
Let’s look for an existence
People are cruel and sometimes unfaithful
And I don’t know how to be еmbustera
The pure and young, and all men
The flight is not worth it if there is no boldness
I would like to review the mistakes again
To accelerate my interior processes
I was fifth in basic
And I entered luckily into my existence
Made of happy days and continuous exploration
And transformations of the self
Ah, what a great deception, think that the years
They never end, happiness is brief
I would like to come back
To my home of origin
Where he lived before arriving here, to Earth
And I entered, luckily, in my existence
In old ways
Of education and transformations of self, OH-OH
And transformations of the self
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Franco Battiato Lyrics – Pasacalle