More songs by David Rees
Description
Composer: David Rees
Producer: Buenatarde
Lyrics and translation
Original
En el primero hay un chico que se acaba de mudar.
Tiene algo de miedo, creo que es nuevo en la ciudad, algo obsesionado con cambiar de realidad, pronto se enterará.
En el segundo hay una abuela que ha perdido a su amor, hace unos años, no tiene con quién salir al balcón.
Solo sale a regar las plantas siempre a las dos y así se enteró.
El chico del tercero está tan enamorado que le escribe cartas a la chica del cuarto.
Si solo supiera que ahora está llorando frente al espejo del baño, queriendo un cuerpo más delgado.
Si las paredes hablaran, sabrías que alguien te entiende.
Cada uno con su batalla, no somos tan diferentes.
La vida es eso que pasa, lo más real y corriente, un edificio lleno de almas.
Solo espero que lo recuerdes.
Quinta planta, familia que no llega a fin de mes.
Hermano mayor cuida al pequeño de tres.
Papá y mamá discuten por estrés, molestan otra vez a los del piso seis.
Cuatro estudiantes que conviven por azar, unos son de aquí, otros tuvieron que emigrar. No les da la vida con todo lo que hay encima.
El séptimo es la oficina de un maldito businessman. Del octavo, nadie sabe de él.
Entre pastillas y dejarse caer, no puede más, quiere acabar con todo de una vez para que alguien se acuerde de él.
Si las paredes hablaran, sabrías que alguien te entiende.
Cada uno con su batalla, no somos tan diferentes.
La vida es eso que pasa, lo más real y corriente, un edificio lleno de almas. Solo espero que lo recuerdes.
Y en el noveno estoy yo, pensando en todo esto desde el ascensor.
Hay tantas ventanas encendidas, apagadas.
Imagino qué hay ahí, pero pensé: "No estoy solo aquí".
Si las paredes hablaran, sabrías que alguien te entiende.
Cada uno con su batalla, no somos tan diferentes.
La vida es eso que pasa, lo más real y corriente, un edificio lleno de almas.
Solo espero que lo recuerdes.
English translation
In the first one there is a boy who has just moved.
He's a little afraid, I think he's new in the city, a little obsessed with changing reality, he'll soon find out.
In the second there is a grandmother who has lost her love a few years ago, she has no one to go out on the balcony with.
He only always goes out to water the plants at two o'clock and that's how he found out.
The boy in the third grade is so in love that he writes letters to the girl in the fourth grade.
If only I knew that he is now crying in front of the bathroom mirror, wanting a slimmer body.
If the walls could talk, you would know that someone understands you.
Each one with their battle, we are not so different.
Life is what happens, the most real and ordinary, a building full of souls.
I just hope you remember it.
Fifth floor, family that can't make ends meet.
Older brother takes care of the little one of three.
Dad and mom argue because of stress, they bother those on floor six again.
Four students who live together by chance, some are from here, others had to emigrate. It doesn't give them life with everything that's on top of them.
The seventh is a damn businessman's office. Of the eighth, no one knows about it.
Between pills and letting himself fall, he can't take it anymore, he wants to end everything once and for all so that someone will remember him.
If the walls could talk, you would know that someone understands you.
Each one with their battle, we are not so different.
Life is what happens, the most real and ordinary, a building full of souls. I just hope you remember it.
And in the ninth I am, thinking about all this from the elevator.
There are so many windows on, off.
I imagine what's there, but I thought, "I'm not alone here."
If the walls could talk, you would know that someone understands you.
Each one with their battle, we are not so different.
Life is what happens, the most real and ordinary, a building full of souls.
I just hope you remember it.