Mecano — El Uno, El Dos, El Tres song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Uno, El Dos, El Tres" by Mecano.
Lyrics
Ese dia un dia llegara
No sera pronto ni tarde
Cuando no queda cerilla ya Es el dedo lo que arde
Lo que sube habra de descender
Y aunque mientras la escalada
No es cuestion de mirarse a los pies
No se yo si esta cordada
Ha pensado en la bajada
Que si ese dia la tortilla da la vuelta
Vereis que pocos nos quedamos en cubierta
El uno, el dos, el tres
Y para de contar
Que al escondite ingles
Se han puesto los demas
El uno, el dos, el tres
Y para de cantar
Porque a ninguno le interesa escuchar
Aunque en la foto aparentemos mas
Somos solo tres polillas
Que de tanto dar contra el cristal
Se han colado en la bombilla
Hasta que la luz de este quinque
Ya no sea lo que era
Y se encienda solo para que
Se la vea desde fuera
Como la de la nevera
Si de ese cuajo la tortilla da la vuelta
Vereis que pocos nos quedamos en cubierta
El uno, el dos, el tres
Y para de contar
Que al escondite ingles
Se han puesto los demas
El uno, el dos, el tres
Y para de cantar
Porque a ninguno le interesa escuchar
Y quiza volvamos al local
A cantar para nosotros
Lo de «Hoy no me puedo levantar»
Y dejar que esa chorrada
Nos empa#e la mirada
Lagrimas de agua pasada
Despintando la fachada
Lyrics translation
That day one day will come
It won't be soon or late
When there's no match it's the finger that burns
What goes up must go down
And although while climbing
It's not a question of looking at your feet
I don't know if it's corded.
Have you thought about the descent
That if that day the omelette turns around
You will see that few of us remain on deck
One, two, three
And stop counting
That the English hideout
The others have been put on
One, two, three
And stop singing
Because none of us are interested in hearing
Although in the photo we seem more
We're just three moths
How much to hit the glass
Have slipped into the bulb
Until the light of this quinque
No longer what it was
And it turns on just so that
You can see it from the outside
Like the one in the fridge.
If that rennet turns the omelette
You will see that few of us remain on deck
One, two, three
And stop counting
That the English hideout
The others have been put on
One, two, three
And stop singing
Because none of us are interested in hearing
And maybe we'll go back to the place.
To sing for us
I can't get up today.»
And let that bullshit
Our eyes are full
Tears of past water
Painting the facade