Cymbaline
By Pink Floyd
1969
4:49
Official Music Video
Cymbaline by Pink Floyd
Lyrics & Translation
English
The path you tread is narrow, and the drop is sheer and very high
The ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping like a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end? Will the final couplet rhyme?
And it's high time, Cymbaline
It's high time, Cymbaline
Please, wake me
A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
And it's high time, Cymbaline
It's high time, Cymbaline
Please, wake me
The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your feet
You hear the thunder of the train
And suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
And Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it's high time! (High time), Cymbaline
It's high time, Cymbaline
Please, wake me
Doh, do-do-ro-ro
Bah bah, ba-ba-ba-ba
Do-do-ro-ro-woah-woah
Bah bah, doo-doo-do-do-ro-ro
Bah bah, ba-ra-ba-ba-ra-ra, bah
And it's high time, Cymbaline
It's high time, Cymbaline
Please, wake me
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Cymbaline by Pink Floyd
Cymbaline* (original Pink Floyd)
The path you tread is narrow, and the drop is sheer and very high
The ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping like a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end? Will the final couplet rhyme?
And it's high time, Cymbaline
It's high time, Cymbaline
Please, wake me
A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
And it's high time, Cymbaline
It's high time, Cymbaline
Please, wake me
The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your feet
You hear the thunder of the train
And suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
And Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it's high time! (High time), Cymbaline
It's high time, Cymbaline
Please, wake me
Doh, do-do-ro-ro
Bah bah, ba-ba-ba-ba
Do-do-ro-ro-woah-woah
Bah bah, doo-doo-do-do-ro-ro
Bah bah, ba-ra-ba-ba-ra-ra, bah
And it's high time, Cymbaline
It's high time, Cymbaline
Please, wake me
Cymbaline (traducción LyricVerse Team)
El camino que pisas es estrecho, y la caída es abrupta y muy alta
Todos los cuervos observan desde un punto estratégico cercano
La aprensión se arrastra como un tren subterráneo por tu columna
¿Llegará la cuerda floja al final? ¿Rimará el pareado final?
Y ya es hora, Cymbaline
Ya es hora, Cymbaline
Por favor, despiértame
Una mariposa con alas rotas cae a tu lado
Todos los cuervos se acercan, no hay dónde puedas esconderte
Tu mánager y tu agente están ambos ocupados al teléfono
Vendiendo fotografías a color a revistas en casa
Y ya es hora, Cymbaline
Ya es hora, Cymbaline
Por favor, despiértame
Las líneas convergiendo donde estás
Deben haber movido el plano de la imagen
Las hojas son pesadas alrededor de tus pies
Oyes el trueno del tren
Y de repente te das cuenta de que se están acercando
Y el Doctor Strange siempre está cambiando de tamaño
Y ya es hora! (Ya es hora), Cymbaline
Ya es hora, Cymbaline
Por favor, despiértame
Doh, do-do-ro-ro
Bah bah, ba-ba-ba-ba
Do-do-ro-ro-woah-woah
Bah bah, doo-doo-do-do-ro-ro
Bah bah, ba-ra-ba-ba-ra-ra, bah
Y ya es hora, Cymbaline
Ya es hora, Cymbaline
Por favor, despiértame
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