More songs by Melendi
Description
Producer: Jose de Castro
Writer: Ramon Melendi Espina
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hoy he soñado que todo es mentira, que no existe ni la guerra, ni la paz, ni los enfermos, ni las medicinas.
Que no existen las banderas, ni palomas mensajeras.
Hoy he soñado que todo es mentira, que no existen los parados por derecho y que el político es de plastilina, y que no existe un desastre que no arregle cualquier sastre.
Y de repente desperté, y cuál fue mi sorpresa cuando en el telediario de la tres, un hombre mataba a sus hijos a palos para vengarse así de su exmujer.
De repente desperté, y como si de un sueño se tratara, vi que el mundo era un papel donde el poderoso pinta garabatos para lavarse las manos después.
De repente desperté, y como siempre, este maldito mundo, tan extraño como absurdo, tan cruel como taciturno, comenzó a andar del revés.
Hoy he soñado que todo es mentira, que en el mundo no existe la desigualdad y que los niños no mueren de sida, y que no existen primeros ni últimos pobres extranjeros.
Y de repente desperté, y vi a cuatro individuos en la tele peleando por el poder, mientras en la calle un pueblo esclavizado buscaba en la basura pa' comer.
De repente desperté, y vi cómo detrás de un movimiento siempre había su porqué, y en nombre de la paz vi matar dictadores que estaban más que puestos por usted.
De repente desperté, y como siempre, este maldito mundo, tan extraño como absurdo, tan cruel como taciturno, comenzó a andar del revés.
Y ahora no sé cuál es el sueño y cuál la realidad.
Pensamos que vamos sin dueño, ¡qué falta de verdad!
¡Qué falta de verdad!
Y no hay peor que el que no quiere ver, por muy duro que sea mirar.
Me resulta tan difícil creer que existe el destino, cuando todo el mundo baila si cuatro tiran de un hilo.
Y aunque esta humilde balada nunca sirva para nada, hoy dormiré más tranquilo.
English translation
Today I dreamed that everything is a lie, that there is no war, no peace, no sick people, no medicine.
That there are no flags, nor carrier pigeons.
Today I dreamed that everything is a lie, that there are no legally unemployed people and that politicians are made of plasticine, and that there is no disaster that any tailor cannot fix.
And suddenly I woke up, and what was my surprise when on the three o'clock news, a man was beating his children to death to get revenge on his ex-wife.
Suddenly I woke up, and as if it were a dream, I saw that the world was a piece of paper where the powerful one draws doodles to wash his hands afterwards.
Suddenly I woke up, and as always, this damned world, as strange as it was absurd, as cruel as it was taciturn, began to turn upside down.
Today I dreamed that everything is a lie, that inequality does not exist in the world and that children do not die of AIDS, and that there are no first or last poor foreigners.
And suddenly I woke up, and I saw four individuals on TV fighting for power, while in the street an enslaved people were looking in the garbage to eat.
Suddenly I woke up, and I saw how behind a movement there was always its reason, and in the name of peace I saw dictators killed who were more than put by you.
Suddenly I woke up, and as always, this damned world, as strange as it was absurd, as cruel as it was taciturn, began to turn upside down.
And now I don't know which is the dream and which is reality.
We think that we are without an owner, what a lack of truth!
What a lack of truth!
And there is no one worse than the one who does not want to see, no matter how hard it is to look.
It's so hard for me to believe that destiny exists, when everyone dances if four pull a thread.
And although this humble ballad will never serve any purpose, today I will sleep more peacefully.