Time
By Pink Floyd
1973
6:53
Official Music Video
Time by Pink Floyd
Lyrics & Translation
English
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Time by Pink Floyd
Time* (original Pink Floyd)
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Time (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Pasando los momentos que forman un día aburrido
Desperdiciar y malgastar las horas de forma despreocupada
Vagando por un pedazo de tierra en tu ciudad natal
Esperando que alguien o algo te muestre el camino
Cansado de tumbarte al sol, quedándote en casa a ver la lluvia
Eres joven y la vida es larga y hay tiempo para matar hoy
Y entonces un día descubres que diez años han quedado atrás
Nadie te dijo cuándo correr, perdiste el pistoletazo de salida
Y corres y corres para alcanzar el sol pero se está hundiendo
Corriendo en círculos para volver a aparecer detrás de ti
El sol es el mismo de forma relativa, pero eres más viejo
Con menos aliento y un día más cerca de la muerte
Cada año se hace más corto, nunca parece encontrar el tiempo
Planes que o no llegan a nada o media página de líneas garabateadas
Aferrarse en tranquila desesperación es la forma inglesa
El tiempo se ha ido, la canción ha terminado, pensé que tenía algo más que decir
Hogar, de nuevo en casa
Me gusta estar aquí cuando puedo
Y cuando llego a casa frío y cansado
Es bueno calentar mis huesos junto al fuego
Lejos, al otro lado del campo
El tañido de la campana de hierro
Llama a los fieles de rodillas
Para escuchar el hechizo mágico suavemente pronunciado
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