Así de grande son las ideas [English translation]

At the zero meridian in the central zone

near the limit and far from the end

between two valleys with a clear sky

over a field with a starry skyline,

there is a small but immense factory

of a wise old man who survives because he thinks.

Expert in numerous maneuvers,

the old man in it blends the best of the scraps.

The world exploded and left a desert, and the old man

inherited the best of all that had died.

He has telescopic vision, tortoise skin,

chameleon tongue, and caterpillar scent.

The old man is the surgeon of time, time, time.

In cold blood he operates on every moment.

Every minute lost around there

can be recovered with a scalpel.

He stretches the seconds to lengthen them.

He also does transplants of bitter moments

and if bitterness continues, it brings him no comfort.

He uses a bit of anesthesia so it doesn't hurt him,

so it doesn't hurt him, so it doesn't hurt him.

[x2]

They become eternal when they are loved

and they always live and never die.

When they sleep they are defenseless

and they wake when you think of them.

And they are attacked and they are defended,

the most valuable are never sold.

They achieve all that they want,

that's how great ideas are.

If he wants to give life to a new cycle

every so often he lays eggs.

He doesn't eat much because he is cold-blooded

and he feeds on flies that live a single day.

And if there is no food he doesn't blame it,

if he feeds on his own body like octopi

he would not die even if he ate his whole body,

he's like the salamander, he regenerates fast.

The years can pass.

But time does not damage this hermit

he is immortal like the saints

his vertebrae are trees, that's why they last so long.

The wise old man forgets nothing

because he has his memory frozen

his memories are whole, he preserves them with dry ice

eighty degrees below zero.

[x2]

They become eternal when they are loved

and they always live and never die.

When they sleep they are defenseless

and they wake when you think of them.

And they are attacked and they are defended,

the most valuable are never sold.

They achieve all that they want,

that's how great ideas are.

The repetition (repetition, repetition) of an action

is the most effective technique for continuation

so he repeats himself although it bores him

now he has lived nine thousand five hundred years

and now he has no bigger problems.

From so much repeating himself, he learned from his mistakes

for the old man it's an abyss, living is not so lovely

when you live every day the same way.

He would like it to be different, but repeating oneself and controlling time, now one does it by instinct.

He tried to kill himself in different ways

but the old man with oxygen breathes as he wants

because great ideas discovered

always renew his dead cells.

[chorus x3]