SMILE (L)

Sonríe, porque la vida no está hecha para derramar lágrimas,
porque no hay nada por lo que perder la calma ni la razón,
porque uno no es nada más que uno mismo y eso es suficiente
para luchar por tu propia felicidad

Sonríe, alimenta tu ego, ofrécetelo todo y comete el mundo,
que está hecho a tu medida.

Sonríe, y contigo, los demás sonreirán.


There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

Lay lady lay

Si tu mundo se tambalea, si el camino que tú mismo has marcado se resquebraja, tiembla, teme, porque significa que tu vida es completamente inestable, que no tienes nada a lo que agarrarte, que tarde o temprano todo se desvanecerá y eso, lo creas o no, es lo peor que te puede pasar.


Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I’ll show them to you and you’ll see them shine

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen

Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he’s standing in front of you

Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead


Bob Dylan