Tesoros - Antonio Vega

Cuál podria ser mejor

Cuál de mis tesoros el peor balanza tan igual

Siempre condenada a bascular

Nunca pudo decidir

Siempre tuvo cerca su botin

El sueño era fugaz, si

Con un ojo abierto y otro en paz

Suena un despertador

Y él da la vida sin ser Dios por una antigua vocación

Qué haria mi animal si comprendiera que es genial

No dejaria de pensar

Cuál seria el menor

Cuál de mis tesoros el mayor

Me inclino por dudar

De las adjetivos la verdad

Suena un despertador

Y él se divide en dos por una antigua vocación

Qué haria mi animal si no supiera interpretar

Todas mis formas de mirar

Que haría mi animal

Si comprerdiera que es genial

No dejaria de dudar, no…

which could be better

Which of my treasures the worst balance so equal

Always doomed to tilt

could never decide

He always had his booty close

The dream was fleeting, yes

With one eye open and the other at peace

an alarm clock sounds

And he gives his life without being God for an ancient vocation

What would my animal do if he understood that he is great

I wouldn't stop thinking

which would be the smallest

Which of my treasures is the greatest

I am inclined to doubt

Of the adjectives the truth

an alarm clock sounds

And he's split in two by an ancient calling

What would my animal do if he didn't know how to interpret

all my ways of looking

What would my animal do?

If I understood that he is great

I wouldn't stop doubting, no...