Letras de Eleanor Rigby (As Made Famous By The Beatles) - The Yesteryears, #1 Beatles Now

Eleanor Rigby (As Made Famous By The Beatles) (original)

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice
In the church where the wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong
Father Mackenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks
In the night when there’s nobody’s there
What does he care
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong
I, Look at all the lonely people
I, Look at all the lonely people
I, Look at all the lonely people
I, Look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father Mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong
all the lonely people where do they all come from
all the lonely people where do they all come from
all the lonely people where do they all come from

(traducción)

Eleanor Rigby recoge el arroz
En la iglesia donde ha sido la boda
Vive en un sueño
Espera en la ventana
Con una cara que guarda en un frasco junto a la puerta
Para quién
Toda la gente solitaria
De dónde vienen todos ellos
Toda la gente solitaria
¿A dónde pertenecen todos?
El padre Mackenzie escribiendo las palabras de un sermón que nadie escuchará
nadie se acerca
Míralo trabajando
zurciendo sus calcetines
En la noche cuando no hay nadie allí
que le importa
Toda la gente solitaria
De dónde vienen todos ellos
Toda la gente solitaria
¿A dónde pertenecen todos?
Yo, mira a toda la gente solitaria
Yo, mira a toda la gente solitaria
Yo, mira a toda la gente solitaria
Yo, mira a toda la gente solitaria
Eleanor Rigby murió en la iglesia
Y fue enterrada junto con su nombre
Nadie vino
Padre Mackenzie limpiándose la suciedad de las manos
Mientras camina desde la tumba
nadie se salvó
Toda la gente solitaria
De dónde vienen todos ellos
Toda la gente solitaria
¿A dónde pertenecen todos?
toda la gente solitaria de donde vienen todos
toda la gente solitaria de donde vienen todos
toda la gente solitaria de donde vienen todos