Tiempo
El Puchero del Hortelano Lyrics


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Tiempo, que me falta pa' quererte,
Que me dice cuando no ir a verte,
Tiempo que mata presos,
Siempre es el tiempo.
El que agota mis buenos momentos,
Y me obliga a este racionamiento,
Tiempo que mata presos,
Siempre es el tiempo.

Tiempo, que me falta pa' quererte,
Que me dice cuando no ir a verte,
Tiempo que mata presos,
Siempre es el tiempo.
El que agota mis buenos momentos,
Y me obliga a este racionamiento,
Tiempo que mata presos,
Siempre es el tiempo.

Ya volveré a tenerte a mi vera,
Y hasta entonces contare las horas muertas de mis noches en vela,
Que lo que el tiempo me quita se lleva,
Mi paciencia lo reclama y es el tiempo el que de nuevo me lo entrega,
Y pasaran las horas volando,
Y no podremos darnos cuenta que el mundo sigue girando,
Y llegará como siempre el momento en que quedemos vencidos,
Derrotados por el tiempo,
Siempre siempre es él.

Tiempo,
Que no entiende de deseos,
Que no sabe lo que siento,
Que corre tan rápido cuando te tengo,
Y cuando te marchas se vuelve tan lento.
Y es difícil ser paciente,




Y es tan fácil no estar cuerdo,
Y esperarte mientras busco aquello en que matar mi tiempo.

Overall Meaning

In El Puchero del Hortelano's song Tiempo, the lyrics revolve around the concept of time and its impact on the singer's ability to love someone. The first two lines express the singer's need for more time to fully love the person they're singing to. However, time also becomes a force that limits their love for this person, telling them when not to see them and killing both good moments and prisoners. This line may be seen as a metaphor for how time can dictate how people interact with others, as well as how it can trap people and limit them.


Throughout the song, the singer gives voice to the idea that time is always present, and that it demands attention and control. The singer's ability to love the person they sing about is subject to time, as it can be depleted, exhausted, and rationed. Later in the song, the singer mentions how they will count every hour until they can be near the person they love again, demonstrating how time becomes unbearable in the absence of the person they're singing about.


The song then goes on to describe time as a force that is both alluring and destructive, taking away what is most precious, but also fulfilling the singer's demand for patience. This ambivalence speaks to the complex nature of time as a concept, one that is simultaneously a prison and an escape. By the end of the song, time is shown to always emerge victorious, leaving the singer deflated and defeated.


Line by Line Meaning

Tiempo, que me falta pa' quererte,
I don't have enough time to love you.


Que me dice cuando no ir a verte,
Time tells me when not to go see you.


Tiempo que mata presos,
Time kills prisoners.


Siempre es el tiempo.
It's always time.


El que agota mis buenos momentos,
Time exhausts my good moments.


Y me obliga a este racionamiento,
And forces me to ration myself.


Ya volveré a tenerte a mi vera,
I will have you by my side again.


Y hasta entonces contare las horas muertas de mis noches en vela,
Until then, I will count the dead hours of my sleepless nights.


Que lo que el tiempo me quita se lleva,
What time takes from me, it takes away.


Mi paciencia lo reclama y es el tiempo el que de nuevo me lo entrega,
My patience demands it, and time delivers it again.


Y pasaran las horas volando,
And the hours will pass by quickly.


Y no podremos darnos cuenta que el mundo sigue girando,
And we won't realize that the world keeps turning.


Y llegará como siempre el momento en que quedemos vencidos,
And the moment will arrive, as always, when we are defeated.


Derrotados por el tiempo,
Defeated by time.


Siempre siempre es él.
It's always him.


Tiempo,
Time,


Que no entiende de deseos,
That doesn't understand desires,


Que no sabe lo que siento,
That doesn't know what I feel,


Que corre tan rápido cuando te tengo,
That runs so fast when I have you,


Y cuando te marchas se vuelve tan lento.
And when you leave, it becomes so slow.


Y es difícil ser paciente,
And it's hard to be patient,


Y es tan fácil no estar cuerdo,
And it's so easy to not be sane,


Y esperarte mientras busco aquello en que matar mi tiempo.
And wait for you while I search for something to kill time with.




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