Shakira — Octavo Día song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Octavo Día" by Shakira.
Lyrics
El octavo dia Dios
Despues de tanto trabajar
Para liberar tensiones
Luego ya de revisar
Dijo: «todo esta muy bien
Es hora de descansar»
Y se fue a dar un paseo
Por el espacio sideral
?Quien se iba a imaginar
Que el mismo Dios al regresar
Iba a encontrarlo todo
En un desorden infernal?
Y que se iba a convertir
En un desempleado mas
De la tasa que actualmente
Esta creciendo sin parar
Desde ese entonces
Hay quienes lo han visto
Solo en las calles transitar
Anda esperando paciente
Por alguien con quien al menos
Tranquilo pueda conversar
Mientras tanto, este mundo
Gira y gira sin poderlo detener
Y aqui abajo unos cuantos
Nos manejan como fichas de ajedrez
No soy la clase de idiota
Que se deja convencer
Pero digo la verdad
Y hasta un ciego lo puede ver
Si a falta de ocupacion
O de excesiva soledad
Dios no resistiera mas
Y se marchara a otro lugar
Seria nuestra perdicion
No habria otro remedio mas
Que adorar a Michael Jackson
A Bill Clinton o a Tarzan
Es mas dificil ser rey sin corona
Que una persona mas normal
Pobre de Dios que no sale en revistas
No es model ni artista de familia real
Lyrics translation
The eighth day God
After all this work
To release tensions
Then already check
He said, " everything is fine
It's time to rest.»
And went for a walk
For the outer space
?Who would have imagined
That the same God upon returning
I was going to find everything.
In a hellish mess?
And that he was going to become
In a more unemployed
Of the current rate
It's growing nonstop
Since then
There are those who have seen it
Only on the streets transit
He's waiting for a patient.
By someone with whom at least
Calm down. I can talk.
Meanwhile, this world
Turn and turn without stopping it
And down here a few
They handle us like chess chips
I'm not the kind of idiot
Who lets himself be convinced
But I'm telling the truth
And even a blind man can see it
If in the absence of occupation
Or excessive loneliness
God would not resist anymore
And he'll go somewhere else
It would be our loss
There would be no other remedy
Who worship Michael Jackson
Bill Clinton or Tarzan
It's harder to be king without a crown
That a more normal person
Poor God who doesn't appear in magazines
He's not a model or a real family artist.