Los Tres — La Torre de Babel song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Torre de Babel" by Los Tres.
Lyrics
En la Torre de Babel
vivan cincuenta cigarros
vivan amontonados
hechos todos de papel
Uno a uno alineados
todos muy bien formados
El ms pequeo era aquel
y se llamaba Gabriel
Tabaco fino, algodones
iban a ver el ro Iban cantando canciones,
muertos de fro
La pasin de Gabriel
era nadar en el ro
Le cont de esto a su to
que era un cigarro de miel
Su to que era muy viejo
no le puso reparos
y cuendo lleg el habano
forrado entero de caf
«Dnde se meti Gabriel»
pregunt inquieto el habano
«Se fue con otros cigarros
a ver el ro correr»
«No lo puedo creer.
Eres muy mal ciudadano,
pues tu sobrino y hermano
tal vez nunca pueda volver»
Cuando lleg el habano
a la orilla del ro vi un pequeo cigarro
muerto, abierto & tendido.
Estaba todo mojado
sin seales de vida.
El tabaco se desprenda,
quedaba desparramado
Tristeza, llantos, lamentos
reinarn desde hoy en Babel.
Se nos ha muerto Gabriel,
todo ha quedado en silencio.
Solamente un buen fuego
puede dar muerte a un cigarro
pero si muere mojado es igual
que si a un hombre
lo mataran colgado
colgado
Lyrics translation
In the Tower Of Babel
live fifty cigarettes
live piled up
all made of paper
One to one aligned
all very well formed
The little ms was that
and his name was Gabriel
Fine tobacco, cotton
they were going to see the ro they were singing songs,
dead of fro
The Pasin of Gabriel
it was swimming in the ro
I told her this to
that it was a honey cigar
Its to that it was very old
he didn't put any qualms on him.
and when the habano arrives
full caf lining
"Dnde se Medi Gabriel»
I ask uneasy the habano
"He left with other cigars
let's see the ro run»
"I can't believe it.
You're a very bad citizen.,
well, your nephew and brother
maybe I can never come back.»
When the Havana arrives
on the shore of the ro, I saw a small cigar
dead, Open & lying.
It was all wet.
no life seals.
Tobacco comes off,
it was scattered.
Sadness, tears, laments
reign from today in Babel.
We're dead, Gabriel.,
everything has been silent.
Only a good fire
can kill a cigar
but if he dies wet it's the same
that if a man
they'll kill him hanging.
hanging