Vecinos - Gustavo Santaolalla

Qu lindo que es Subirte a un avin

Y despus llegar

Dnde te esperan

Amigos queridos

de tu alma… vecinos.

Y despus pasear

Donde no es igual,

De otro color,

Con otro sabor;

Distintos caminos,

De tu alma… vecinos.

Y es que hay tanta gente

Toda diferente,

Que ms que unos das

Hacen falta vidas,

Para conocer, para aprender…

Todas las lecciones,

Las observaciones,

Y las direcciones,

De nuestros… vecinos.

De pronto sabs

Que los que quers

Aunque ah no estn,

Dentro tuyo van

Algn inquilino,

Un viejo… vecino.

Y despus volver

Porque hay que crecer,

Y hay que compartir

Ganas de vivir;

Historias destinos,

Tus nuevos… vecinos.

How nice it is to get on a plane

and after arriving

where are they waiting for you

Dear friends

of your soul… neighbors.

And then walk

where it is not the same,

of another color,

With another flavor;

different paths,

From your soul… neighbors.

And there are so many people

all different,

What more than a few days

Lives are needed

To know, to learn...

all the lessons,

The observations,

and the directions,

From our… neighbors.

suddenly you know

that the ones you want

Although they are not there,

inside you they go

any tenant,

An old… neighbor.

and then come back

Because you have to grow

And you have to share

Will to live;

destination stories,

Your new… neighbors.