Je was op zoek naar: que te dicen tu padres (Spaans - Engels)

hay ciencias que te dicen
that

haces lo que te dicen.
you do as you are told.

debes hacer lo que te dicen.
you must do as you are told.

y todos te dicen
love is all i heard somebody say

para de quejarte y haz lo que te dicen.
stop complaining and do as you're told.

te dicen algo o callan .
it says “something” or it says “nothing”.

¿dudas a los que te dicen que hacer?
who we are?

¿cómo te dicen tus amigos?
what do your friends call you?

alan : no te dicen cuál estudio.
alan: it doesn't tell you which one.

luego te dicen: "prepárense."
then they give you, "get ready."

11 si te dicen: ven con nosotros,
11 if they say, come with us,

'no pueden cuestionarlo', te dicen.
‘you can’t challenge it,’ they tell you.

esto es lo que te dicen cuando les hablas a tus amigos de tu nueva pasión.
this is what happens when you tell your friends back in spain about your newly found passion.

vuelves noticia a las cosas que te dicen que estamos floreciendo.
you're making news out of the things that tell you that we're flourishing.

cada vez que te veo, pienso en tu padre.
every time i see you, i think of your father.

de distribuidores que te dicen que solo pueden informarte de lo estrictamente necesario.
of distributors who basically tell you you are on a need-to-know basis.

así que, antes de creer lo que te dicen los predicadores de tu iglesia; lee la biblia.
so, before believing the preachers in your churches; read the bible.

despues de un rato vas a darte de cuenta la deferencia de tus pensamientos a lo que te dicen tu eggun.
after a while you will be able to tell the difference between your thoughts and when eggun is talking.

285. prefiere aquél que te dice un algo de lo que muchos que no te dicen nada...
285. he prefers to tell you something than many that do not tell you anything...

]]> ¿te crees lo que te dicen es la “realidad”? ¿por qué?
]]> i woke up. it was the same dream as yesterday and the day before. i believe this is reality, but who was i? it felt so real. if everything i knew about me was a lie, then what about love? if other people had to tell me who i was, what happened if they couldn’t feel this unfolded love? where is my agency?