Jose Luis Perales — Me Han Contado Que Existe un Paraíso song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Me Han Contado Que Existe un Paraíso" by Jose Luis Perales.
Lyrics
Me han contado que existe un paraíso
adonde va la gente
no importa lo malvado que hayas sido
si un día te arrepientes
olvide preguntar si había un sitio
para los fumadores
lo que parece cierto
es que no van los especuladores
ni los banqueros, ni dictadores,
ni los que mienten desde su tribuna
ni los estafadores
que su camello es demasiado grande
y el ojo de su aguja tan pequeño
que a medida que crece su fortuna
el camino a ese cielo es mas estrecho
me han contado que existe un paraíso
me han contado que existe un paraíso
donde cabemos todos
que por solo un minuto arrepentido
te lo perdonan todo
olvide preguntar si había un sitio
donde escribir canciones
lo que parece cierto es que no van
los que se creen mejores
los vanidosos, los elegidos,
los pregoneros de sus caridades,
los dueños de la tierra,
que su poder es demasiado grande
y el hueco de su alma tan pequeño
que a medida que crece su fortuna
el camino a ese cielo es mas estrecho
que no hay soberbia, ni terroristas
ni tratantes de blancas ni de negros
que no hay violadores
traficantes de niños ni de sueños
ni lobos disfrazados de cordero
que a medida que crece su fortuna
el camino a ese cielo es mas estrecho
que a medida que crece su fortuna
el camino a ese cielo es mas estrecho
me han contado que existe un paraíso.
Lyrics translation
I've been told there's a paradise
where people go
no matter how evil you have been
if one day you repent
I forgot to ask if there was a place
for smokers
which seems true
it's just that the speculators don't go
neither bankers nor dictators,
nor those who lie from their rostrum
nor the scammers
that your camel is too big
and the eye of his needle so small
that as his fortune grows
the road to that Sky is narrower
I've been told there's a paradise
I've been told there's a paradise
where we all fit
that for just a minute repentant
they forgive you everything
I forgot to ask if there was a place
where to write songs
what seems true is that they don't go
those who think themselves better
the vain, the chosen,
the preachers of his charities,
the owners of the land,
that his power is too great
and the hollow of his soul so small
that as his fortune grows
the road to that Sky is narrower
that there is no pride, no terrorists
neither white nor black traffickers
that there are no rapists
traffickers of children and dreams
nor wolves disguised as sheep
that as his fortune grows
the road to that Sky is narrower
that as his fortune grows
the road to that Sky is narrower
I've been told there's a paradise.