Traducción de la letra de la canción From Yesterday - Thirty Seconds to Mars
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From Yesterday
(original)
He's a stranger to some and a vision to none
He can never get enough, get enough of the world
For a fortune, he'd quit
But it's hard to admit how it ends and begins
On his face is a map of the world
A map of the world
On his face is a map of the world
A map of the world
From yesterday, it's coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message here
On a mountain he sits, not of gold, but of shit
Through the blood, he can learn, see the life that he took
From a council of one, he'll decide when he's done
With the innocent
On his face is a map of the world
A map of the world
On his face is a map of the world
A map of the world
From yesterday, it's coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message
He doesn't want to read the message
He doesn't want to read the message here
On his face is a map of the world
From yesterday, it's coming
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message here
From yesterday, from yesterday
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday, from yesterday
But he doesn't want to read the message
He doesn't want to read the message
He doesn't want to read the message here
(traducción)
Es un extraño para algunos y una visión para ninguno.
Él nunca puede tener suficiente, tener suficiente del mundo
Por una fortuna, renunciaría
Pero es difícil admitir cómo termina y comienza
En su rostro hay un mapa del mundo.
un mapa del mundo
En su rostro hay un mapa del mundo.
un mapa del mundo
Desde ayer, viene
Desde ayer, el miedo
Desde ayer lo llama
Pero él no quiere leer el mensaje aquí.
En una montaña se sienta, no de oro, sino de mierda
A través de la sangre, puede aprender, ver la vida que tomó
De un consejo de uno, decidirá cuando haya terminado