Sounds so much better in spanish but the idea comes across just the same in english. Gracias a Calle 13.
In the world there are people, brutes and the astute, there are virgins and prostitutes, rich people, poor people, middle class, pretty things and a couple tragedies. There are fat people, middleweights and skinny people, horses, chickens, sheep and cows. There are many animals with many people, sane people and demented crazy folk. In the world there are lies and falsities, genuine acts and casualties, there are mentalities horizontal, vertical and diagonal. Accidental defeats and failures, medals, trophies and World Cups. In the world there are vitamins and proteins, marijuana, ecstasy and cocaine. There are trees, branches, leaves and flowers, there are many colourful mountains. In the world there are divided decisions, entries, exits, debut, dismissals. There are innocents, homicides, there are many mouths and little food. There are governments and presidents, there is cold water and hot water. In the world there are microphones and speakers, there are six billion people. There are ordinary people and elegant people but…
There’s no one like you. There’s no one like you my love. There’s no one like you.
In the world the earth is always moving, there are oxygen tanks and tanks of war. The sun and the moon give us energy, it sleeps at night and lives in the day. There are people who fix what they say, there are many people who contradict themselves. There are carobs and marine algae, there are vegetarians and meat eaters. There are bitter drinks and sweets, there are sicknesses and medicines. There are full bags, empty wallets, there are more thieves than police. There are religions, there is atheism, there is capitalism and communism. Although we seem, we are not the same because…
There’s no one like you. There’s no one like you my love. There’s no one like you.
In the world there exist many great ideas, there are Don Quixotes and Dulcineas. There’s sex in the shower, sex in the bed, sex without clothes, sex in pyjamas. There are real things and melodramas, there are mazes and crosswords. There exist calls that no one answers, there are many questions and few responses. There are valiant people, fearful people, people that the world doesn’t care at all about. People who have stopped, people who are seated, people dreaming, people waking up. There are people who are born, people who are dying, people who hate and people who love. In this world there are many people but…
There’s no one like you.