検索ワード: tu locura (スペイン語 - 英語)

y en tu locura no hay acuerdo.
y en tu locura no hay acuerdo.

quiero tu locura que me haga delirar
let me show you that

y por tanto, en tu locura y tu delirio adolescente,
and therefore in your teen-age madness and delirium

pienso como estas de loco, la intensidad de tu locura, que tu locura no tiene fin.
i keep thinking how foolish you are, the intensity of your foolishness, that there is no end to your foolishness.

o amigo mío, no despidas este tema de tus pensamientos, o tu locura sólo acentuará tu miseria en ese día.
o my friend, do not dismiss this subject from your thoughts, or your folly will only accentuate your misery in that day.

del conocerte saldrá el no hincharte como la rana que quiso igualarse con el buey, que si esto haces, vendrá a ser feos pies de la rueda de tu locura la consideración de haber guardado puercos en tu tierra.
if thou knowest thyself, it will follow thou wilt not puff thyself up like the frog that strove to make himself as large as the ox; if thou dost, the recollection of having kept pigs in thine own country will serve as the ugly feet for the wheel of thy folly."

tu eres loco, y si lo fueras a solas y dentro de las puertas de tu locura, fuera menos mal; pero tienes propiedad de volver locos y mentecatos a cuantos te tratan y comunican; si no, mírenlo por estos señores que te acompañan.
thou art mad; and if thou wert so by thyself, and kept thyself within thy madness, it would not be so bad; but thou hast the gift of making fools and blockheads of all who have anything to do with thee or say to thee. why, look at these gentlemen bearing thee company!

el loco mestro toca con una dulzura loca y se posa una paloma en sus zapatos de goma nadie ríe, nadie habla, los que de ti se burlaban. se va recostando y habla, de lo dura que es la tabla ya he dejado de fingir, no quiero verle sufrir contando aventuras y creyendo ser un violín. toca para mí, yo te quiero oir quiero formar parte de tu locura pondremos nuestras almas de partitura. toca para mí, yo te quiero oir y que el último latido de tucorazón sea una rosa que brota de la última nota. toca para mí, yo te quiero oir quiero formar parte de tu locura pondremos nuestras almas de partitura. toca para mí ....
the crazy mestro plays with a crazy sweetness and he/she settles a dove in their rubber shoes nobody laughs, nobody speaks, those that made fun of you. he/she goes leaning back and he/she speaks, of the hard thing that it is the chart i have already stopped to fake, i don't want to see him suffer counting adventures and believing to be a violin. he/she plays for me, i want to hear you i want to be part of your madness we will put our score souls. he/she plays for me, i want to hear you and that the last beat of your heart be a rose that springs from the last note. he/she plays for me, i want to hear you i want to be part of your madness we will put our score souls. he/she plays for me. he/she plays for me.