Lyrics and translation La Excepcion - La Puerta Abierta

La Puerta Abierta

Siempre yo cuando chico,
Iba en carrito primo mío pal colegio.
Y con mi madre y por Abrantes,
Hasta pasar el campo de fútbol del Velázquez.
Sin escaleras era mi escuela,
Y Luky Luke a mediodía en la Primera.
Mis profesoras un tanto raras,
La berberecho to belluda por la cara.
Mis compañeros todos con mote,
Y la almorrana se pillaba unos rebotes,
Que me enganchaba luego siempre a traición,
¡normal! Era vecina y me curraba en el portal.
Yo no quería nunca hacerme ilusión,
Pero creía que había alguna operación,
Que arreglarían entero mi cuerpecico,
Sigue torcío como un alambre chico,
Me es igual.
Yo he ido a parbulitos con mi vecino Huguito,
Su papá con el SIMCA, de color azulito,
El SIMCA ya no sigue, yo sigo con Huguito,
Semos inseparables, semos hermanicos.
Sin escaleras era mi escuela,
Las notas firmadas cuándo me las vais a traer.
Sin escaleras era mi escuela,
Señorita no lo sé, señorita no lo sé.
Pomo, llelleki, menudo bazakillo que estaba hecho ese chikillo.
Desde por la mañana castigao en el pasillo,
Y al mínimo descuido se comía tu bocadillo.
Perseverante e insistente la mama,
Porque haga los deberes y muy pendiente esté yo en clase.
No tenía clase el día que cumplía años.
La gente compra flores y acuden en rebaño,
Se ponen tos de acuerdo por ir el mismo día,
Formando un gran atasco por toda la avenida.
Y el ir a poner flores creo que es algo voluntario,
No lo tomen por norma porque exija el calendario.
Tente en pie, sostente ahí sólo,
Mantener el equilibrio por mí mismo fue un gran logro.
Agarrao a la pared hasta el baño era mi modo,
Plena estabilidad no la tienes aún del todo.
Pero he tenido un tesoro que hoy sigo teniendo,
Y con sólo su presencia yo loco de contento.
Hugo, compañero, apoyo verdadero.
Mamá otro cafelito y nos quedamos más ratito.
Estribillo
Aguinardo sí, habrá que ir a pedir.
Dividámonos en grupo, y tos conmigo querían ir.
Y a mi padre el aguinaldo no le ha gustao que yo pidiera,
Pero hacer llenar la hucha en esas fechas,
Es como era y será, ¡será! Y exento quedará.
La asignatura de gimnasia me la daban por aprobá,
Aunque mi profe, Don Justino, el pingui se tiraba,
Y con Montilla en la liguilla de fútbol sí contaba, y cargaba,
¿Quién con tu mochila cargaba?
Mi madre, hasta que ella pa ir al cole me acercaba
Y luego ya solito, andandito con Huguito,
Tremendas odiseas surgían por el caminito.
¿Y la mochila qué?
Pues muchas veces yo cargué,
A la espalda colocá y hasta echaba yo a correr.
Pero pesara ó no pesara siempre Hugo me turnaba,
Y su mochila y mi mochila a cada hombro él la llevaba.
Luego más tarde empezamos a ir en el autobús,
Algo costoso el subir sólo arriba,
Ya que la EMT no los tenía acondicionaos,
Y las personas con lesiones lo teníamos complicao,
¡chungalí! Pues sí,
Y un pie puesto por aquí y una mano por allá
Y empujoncín en el culín
¡cómo no! por el Huguito, y arribita enseguidita lo teníamos chanaito.
¿Qué me dices Rellenito?,
Tú eres un afortunao,
De sentirme yo arropao por el manto de un amigo,
Del cual no me he separao.
En calla Alliú hemos nacío,
En Carcastillo hemos crecío,
De estar más agradecío por cómo el conmigo ha sío
Estribillo

The Open Door

When I was a kid, babe,
I used to go to school in my cousin's car.
And with my mom, through Abrantes,
Past the Velázquez soccer field.
My school had no stairs,
And Lucky Luke on TV at noon.
My teachers were a bit odd,
The one with a hairy mole on her face.
My classmates all had nicknames,
And this girl, she kept bouncing off me,
I'd always end up falling for her, sneakily,
Well, duh! She was my neighbor, and I'd see her in the hallway.
I never wanted to get my hopes up, you know,
But I believed there was some kind of operation,
That would fix my little body completely,
It's still crooked like a small wire,
I don't care.
I went to kindergarten with my neighbor Huguito,
His dad had a blue SIMCA,
The SIMCA's gone, but I'm still with Huguito,
We're inseparable, we're like brothers.
My school had no stairs,
When are you going to bring me the signed report cards?
My school had no stairs,
I don't know, ma'am, I don't know.
Pomo, what a little rascal that kid was.
From morning till night, punished in the hallway,
And if you weren't careful, he'd eat your sandwich.
My mom was persistent and insistent,
That I do my homework and pay attention in class.
I didn't have class on my birthday.
People buy flowers and flock in droves,
They all agree to go on the same day,
Creating a huge traffic jam all along the avenue.
And going to put flowers, I think it's a voluntary thing,
Don't take it as a rule because the calendar demands it.
Stand tall, hold yourself there alone,
Keeping my balance on my own was a big achievement.
Holding onto the wall to the bathroom was my way,
You still don't have full stability.
But I've had a treasure that I still have today,
And just his presence makes me crazy happy.
Hugo, my companion, my true support.
Mom, another coffee and we'll stay a little longer.
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Christmas bonus, yes, we'll have to go ask for it.
We split into groups, and they all wanted to go with me.
My dad didn't like me asking for a Christmas bonus,
But filling up the piggy bank at that time of year,
Is how it was and will be, it will be! And it shall be exempt.
They gave me a passing grade in gym class,
Even though my teacher, Don Justino, used to dive headfirst,
And with Montilla, he counted on me in the soccer league, and I carried,
Who carried your backpack?
My mom, until she took me to school
And then by myself, walking with Huguito,
Tremendous odysseys would arise along the way.
And the backpack, what?
Well, I carried it many times,
Put it on my back and even ran.
But whether it was heavy or not, Hugo always took turns with me,
His backpack and my backpack, he carried them on each shoulder.
Later on, we started taking the bus,
It was a bit difficult to get on alone,
Since the EMT didn't have them adapted,
And those of us with injuries had a hard time,
Chungalí! Yeah, right,
One foot here and one hand there
And a little push on the behind
Of course! Thanks to Huguito, we'd be up there in a jiffy.
What do you say, Rellenito?,
You're a lucky guy,
To feel myself wrapped in the mantle of a friend,
From whom I've never been separated.
We were born in Calla Alliú,
We grew up in Carcastillo,
To be more grateful for how he's been with me
Chorus