Macaco — Dime song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Dime" by Macaco.
Lyrics
Dime hacia dónde van los días,
dime hacia dónde van a terminar.
Oye, dime hacia dónde van, mama,
dime por dónde vendrán.
Ah, eh, dime, ah, eh, dímelo,
ah, eh, dímelo, mama,
dime por dónde irán.
Quién implanta el color,
o ya está todo coloreado.
Son mis sentidos los imanes,
o somos tinta de algún otro lenguaje.
Escojo yo la poesía,
o el pareado ya estaba encorsetado,
es el movimiento mío,
o ya está todo coreografiado.
Dime hacia dónde van los días,
dime hacia dónde van a terminar.
Oye, dime hacia dónde van, mama,
dime por dónde vendrán.
Ah, eh, dime, ah, eh, dímelo,
ah, eh, dímelo, mama,
dime por dónde irán.
Quizás, solo quizás,
la vida sea un baile,
entre tu destino y el mío,
nuestros trotes y andares.
Busquemos el buen compás
entre una partitura que ya está escrita,
que la intensidad de tu instrumento
sea el reflejo de este único momento.
Dime hacia dónde van los días,
dime hacia dónde van a terminar.
Oye, dime hacia dónde van, mama,
dime por dónde vendrán.
Ah, eh, dime, ah, eh, dímelo,
ah, eh, dímelo, mama,
dime por dónde irán.
Llévame donde nace,
llévame donde nace lo bueno.
Llévame donde nace,
llévame donde nace el sol.
Llévame donde nace,
llévame donde nace el fuego.
Llévame donde nace,
llévame donde nace el calor.
Dime hacia dónde van los días,
dime hacia dónde van a terminar.
Oye, dime hacia dónde van, mama,
dime por dónde vendrán.
Ah, eh, dime, ah, eh, dímelo,
ah, eh, dímelo, mama,
dime por dónde irán.
Dime hacia dónde van los días,
dime hacia dónde van a terminar.
Ah, eh, dímelo, mama,
oye, dímelo, mama,
oye, dímelo, mama.
Lyrics translation
Tell me where the days are going,
tell me where they're going to end up.
Hey, tell me where you're going, mom.,
tell me where they're coming from.
Ah, eh, tell me, ah, eh, tell me,
Oh, hey, tell me, Mom.,
tell me which way they're going.
Who implants the color,
or it's all colored.
My senses are the magnets,
or we are ink of some other language.
I choose poetry,
or the pairing was already encorced,
it's my move.,
or it's all choreographed.
Tell me where the days are going,
tell me where they're going to end up.
Hey, tell me where you're going, mom.,
tell me where they're coming from.
Ah, eh, tell me, ah, eh, tell me,
Oh, hey, tell me, Mom.,
tell me which way they're going.
Maybe, just maybe,
life is a dance,
between your destiny and mine,
our trots and walks.
Let's find the right Compass
enter a score that is already written,
that the intensity of your instrument
be a reflection of this one moment.
Tell me where the days are going,
tell me where they're going to end up.
Hey, tell me where you're going, mom.,
tell me where they're coming from.
Ah, eh, tell me, ah, eh, tell me,
Oh, hey, tell me, Mom.,
tell me which way they're going.
Take me where he was born,
take me where the good is born.
Take me where he was born,
take me where the sun rises.
Take me where he was born,
take me where the fire is born.
Take me where he was born,
take me where the heat is born.
Tell me where the days are going,
tell me where they're going to end up.
Hey, tell me where you're going, mom.,
tell me where they're coming from.
Ah, eh, tell me, ah, eh, tell me,
Oh, hey, tell me, Mom.,
tell me which way they're going.
Tell me where the days are going,
tell me where they're going to end up.
Oh, hey, tell me, Mom.,
Hey, tell me, Mom.,
Hey, tell me, Mom.