Letras de Too Many People - Pet Shop Boys

Too Many People (original)

I sometimes think that I’m too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I’m too many people
Too many people, too many people at once
The husband or the hedonist
The businessman or the communist
The artist or the showbiz creep
The lover or the nervous geek
The question of identity
Is one that’s always haunted me
Whoever I decide to be
Depends on who is with me
I sometimes think that I’m too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I’m too many people
Too many people, too many people at once
The tactless twit putting his foot in it
Or the sensitive soul who’s a role model
The urban jet setter never at home
Or the country recluse, just leave me alone
Extrovert or introvert
Love is kind and love hurts
Rebellion or conformity
What is my identity?
I sometimes think that I’m too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I’m too many people
Too many people, too many people at once
The intellectual and bon viveur, or
The naive simpleton, so immature
The devoted son and family man
Or the wicked uncle who doesn’t give a damn
How often these have tempted me
The question of identity
Depends on what I’m meant to be
I sometimes think that I’m too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I’m too many people
Too many people, too many people at once
I sometimes think that I’m too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I’m too many people
Too many people, too many people at once

(traducción)

A veces pienso que soy demasiada gente
Demasiada gente, demasiada gente
A veces pienso que soy demasiada gente
Demasiada gente, demasiada gente a la vez
El marido o el hedonista
El empresario o el comunista
El artista o el asqueroso del mundo del espectáculo
El amante o el friki nervioso
La cuestión de la identidad
es uno que siempre me ha perseguido
Quienquiera que decida ser
Depende de quién esté conmigo
A veces pienso que soy demasiada gente
Demasiada gente, demasiada gente
A veces pienso que soy demasiada gente
Demasiada gente, demasiada gente a la vez
El imbécil sin tacto metiendo el pie
O el alma sensible que es un modelo a seguir
El jet set urbano nunca en casa
O el recluso del campo, solo déjame en paz
Extrovertido o introvertido
El amor es amable y el amor duele
Rebeldía o conformismo
¿Cuál es mi identidad?
A veces pienso que soy demasiada gente
Demasiada gente, demasiada gente
A veces pienso que soy demasiada gente
Demasiada gente, demasiada gente a la vez
El intelectual y bon viveur, o
El tonto ingenuo, tan inmaduro
El hijo devoto y hombre de familia.
O el tío malvado que no le importa un carajo
Cuantas veces estos me han tentado
La cuestión de la identidad
Depende de lo que estoy destinado a ser
A veces pienso que soy demasiada gente
Demasiada gente, demasiada gente
A veces pienso que soy demasiada gente
Demasiada gente, demasiada gente a la vez
A veces pienso que soy demasiada gente
Demasiada gente, demasiada gente
A veces pienso que soy demasiada gente
Demasiada gente, demasiada gente a la vez