octavodia

English:

Verse One:

On the 8th day, after God had worked so much
For liberating tensions then already revised
He established all was well, its the hour to rest
And went to take a walk in Outer Space

Who was imaging that this same God returning
Was encountering it all in a Hellish chaos.
And that He was becoming most unemployed
Of the rate that annually was growing without stopping.

From this then there were people seen
Only in the streets passing by.
He walked waiting paciently for someone
With whom at least, tranquil,
He could converse

Chorus:

Meanwhile, this world spins and spins
Without being able to stop
And here below the numbers we drive
Like chess pieces.
I'm not the class of an idiot
That let's himself be convinced.
But tell the truth
And even a blind person can see it.

Verse Two:

If its a mistake of occupation
Or of excessive solitude
God could not resist much
And marched himself to another place.
Could it be a new perdicion
Not having another remedy
Who to adore-on Michael Jackson
On Bill Clinton, or on Tarzan?

Its very difficult to be a king without a crown
More than a more normal person
Poor God that He's not out in magazines
That He's not a model or artist or of a royal family.

Chorus:

Spanish:

Verse One:

El octavo dia Dios despues de tanto trabajar
Para liberar tensiones luego ya de revisar
Fijo todo east muy bien es hora de descansar
Y se fue a dar un paseo por el espacio sideral

Quien se iba a imaginar que el mismo Dios al regresar
Iba a encontrarlo todo en un desorden infernal
Y que se iba a convertir en un desempleado mas
De la tasa que anualmente esta creciendo sin parar

Desde eses entonces hay quienes lo estan visto
Solo en la calles transitar
Anda esperando paciente por alguien
Con quien al menos tranquilo
Pueda conversar

Chorus:
Mientras tanto, este mundo gira y gira
Sin poderlo detener
Y aqui abajo unos cuantos nos manejan
Como fichas de ajedrez
No soy la clase de idiota
Que se deja convencer
Pero diga la verdad
Y hasta un ciego lo puede ver.

Verse Two:

Si al falta de ocupacion
O de excesiva soledad
Dios no resistiera mas
Y se marchara a otro lugar
Seria nuestra perdicion
No habria otro remedio mas
Que adorar a Michael Jackson
A Bill Clinton o a Trazan?

Es mas dificil se rey sin corona
Que una persona mas normal
Pobre de Dios que no sale en revistas
Que no es modelo ni artista o de familia real.

Chorus