Текст и перевод песни Kevin Johansen - Cumbiera Intelectual

Cumbiera Intelectual

La conocí en una bailanta todo apretado
Nos tropezamos pero fui yo el que se puso colorado
Era distinta y diferente su meneada
Y un destello inteligente había en su mirada

Cuando le dije si queria bailar conmigo
Se puso a hablar de Jung, de Freud y Lacan
Mi idiosincracia le causaba mucha gracia
Me dijo al girar la cumbiera intelectual
Me dijo al girar, ah

Jung, Freud, Simone de Beauvoir, (cumbiera intelectual) Gothe, Beckett
Cosmos, Gershwin, Kurt Weill, Guggenheim

Estudiaba una carrera poco conocida
Algo con ver con letra y filosofía
Era linda y hechizera su contoneada
Y sus ojos de lince me atravesaban

Cuando intente arrimarle mi brazo
Se puso a hablar de Miller, de Anais Nin y Picasso
Y si osaba intentar robarle un beso
Se ponía a leer de Neruda unos versos
Me hizo mucho mal la cumbiera intelectual
No la puedo olvidar, a esa cumbiera intelectual

Si le decía "Vamos al cine, rica"
Me decía "Veamos una de Kusturica"
Si le decía "Vamos a oler las flores"
Me hablaba de Virginia Wolf y sus amores
Me hizo mucho mal la cumbiera intelectual
No la puedo olvidar, a esa cumbiera intelectual...

Le pedí que me enseñe usar el mouse
Pero solo quiere hablarme del Bauhaus
Le pregunté si era chorra o rockera
Me dijo Gertrude Stein era re-tortillera
No la puedo olvidar

Jarmusch, Cousteau, Cocteau, Arto, Maguy Marin
Twyla Tharp, Gilda, Visconti, Gismonti

¡Me hace daño!
¡Yo no quiero que pienses tanto, cumbiera intelectual!
Yo voy a rezarle a tu santo para que te puedas soltar

Paul Klee, Ante Garmaz, Kandinsky, Diego, Fridha
Tolstoi, Bolshoi, Terry Gilliam, Shakespeare William

Aprendí sobre un tal Hesse y de un Thomas Mann
Y todo sobre el existencialismo Alemán
Y ella me sigue dando catedra todo el día
Aunque por suerte de vez en cuando su cuerpo respira
Su cuerpo respira, su cuerpo respira

Yo no quiero que pienses tanto, cumbiera intelectual
Yo voy a rezarle a tu santo, para que seas mas normal
Yo no quiero que pienses tanto (soltate un rato)
Yo voy a rezarle a tu santo (Cosmos, Gershwin)
Soltate un canto

Cumbierita
Cumbierita intelectual (Kandinsky, Diego, Fridha, Tolstoi)
Cumbierita (Bolshoi)
Cumbierita intelectual mamasita (Terry Gilliam, Shakespeare William)
Vamo' (Cousteau, Cocteau, Arto, eh)

Intellectual Cumbia Dancer

I met her at a crowded dance hall,
We bumped into each other, but I was the one who blushed.
Her swaying was distinct and different,
And an intelligent sparkle shone in her eyes.

When I asked if she wanted to dance with me,
She started talking about Jung, Freud, and Lacan.
My idiosyncrasy amused her greatly,
As she twirled, she called herself the intellectual cumbia dancer,
As she twirled, ah

Jung, Freud, Simone de Beauvoir, (intellectual cumbia dancer) Goethe, Beckett
Cosmos, Gershwin, Kurt Weill, Guggenheim

She was studying a little-known major,
Something to do with literature and philosophy.
Her swaying was beautiful and mesmerizing,
And her lynx-like eyes pierced right through me.

When I tried to put my arm around her,
She started talking about Miller, Anais Nin, and Picasso.
And if I dared to try and steal a kiss,
She would start reading verses from Neruda.
The intellectual cumbia dancer really did me in,
I can't forget her, that intellectual cumbia dancer.

If I said, "Let's go to the movies, gorgeous,"
She would say, "Let's watch a Kusturica film."
If I said, "Let's go smell the flowers,"
She would talk about Virginia Woolf and her loves.
The intellectual cumbia dancer really did me in,
I can't forget her, that intellectual cumbia dancer...

I asked her to teach me how to use the mouse,
But she only wants to talk to me about Bauhaus.
I asked her if she was a thief or a rocker,
She told me Gertrude Stein was a big-time lesbian.
I can't forget her

Jarmusch, Cousteau, Cocteau, Arto, Maguy Marin
Twyla Tharp, Gilda, Visconti, Gismonti

She's killing me!
I don't want you to think so much, intellectual cumbia dancer!
I'm going to pray to your saint so you can loosen up

Paul Klee, Ante Garmaz, Kandinsky, Diego, Frida
Tolstoy, Bolshoi, Terry Gilliam, Shakespeare William

I learned about a certain Hesse and a Thomas Mann,
And all about German existentialism.
And she keeps lecturing me all day long,
Although luckily, every now and then her body breathes,
Her body breathes, her body breathes

I don't want you to think so much, intellectual cumbia dancer,
I'm going to pray to your saint, so you can be more normal.
I don't want you to think so much (let loose for a while)
I'm going to pray to your saint (Cosmos, Gershwin)
Let loose a song

Little cumbia dancer
Little intellectual cumbia dancer (Kandinsky, Diego, Frida, Tolstoy)
Little cumbia dancer (Bolshoi)
Little intellectual cumbia dancer, baby (Terry Gilliam, Shakespeare William)
Come on (Cousteau, Cocteau, Arto, eh)