Paroles et traduction Charly García - Juan Represión

Juan Represión

Lado B

Juan Represión viste
Un saco azul, triste
Vive como pidiendo perdón
Y se esconde a la luz del sol

Juan Represión sabe
No hay nadie que lo ame
Las balas que la gente tiene
Lo asesinaron de pie

Esta es la historia de un hombre
Que supo muy pocas letras
Y soñó con la justicia
De los héroes de historieta

Y se disfrazó de bueno
Con un disfraz de villano
Y los héroes de la historia
Son los héroes cotidianos

Pobre Juan, pobre Juan
El odio te hace muy mal
Y esperas a tu muerte
Justo una madrugada
En manos de la misma sociedad

Juan Represión sueña
Poder ser invisible
No puede soportar la verdad
Y el terror lo va a matar

Juan Represión grita
Juan Represión llora
Está tan loco el pobre que hoy
En la carcel se encerró

Esta es la historia de un hombre
Que quiso ser sobrehumano
Y la realidad. entonces
Se le escapó de las manos

Y ahora juega a los ladrones
Junto con Batman y Robin
En un asilo de ancianos
Con payasos y gusanos

Pobre Juan, qué lastima me da
Todos los reprimidos
Seremos tus amigos
Cuando tires al suelo tu disfraz

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Juan Repression

Side B

Juan Repression wears
A sad, blue coat, my dear
He lives as if begging for forgiveness
And hides from the sunlight's kiss

Juan Repression knows, you see
There's no one who loves him, not even me
The bullets that people possess
Killed him standing, no less

This is the story of a man
Who knew very few letters, ma'am
And dreamed of the justice so grand
Of comic book heroes at his command

And he disguised himself as good, you know
With a villain's disguise, for show
And the heroes of history's page
Are the everyday heroes of our age

Poor Juan, poor Juan, so lost
Hate does you so much harm, at what cost?
And you wait for your death's embrace
Right in the early morning's grace
In the hands of the very society you face

Juan Repression dreams, it's true
Of being invisible, like you
He can't stand the truth, it's plain
And terror will drive him insane

Juan Repression screams in pain
Juan Repression cries in the rain
He's so crazy, the poor soul, today
He locked himself up, come what may

This is the story of a man, my dear
Who wanted to be superhuman, it's clear
And reality, then, you see
Slipped right out of his decree

And now he plays cops and robbers, too
Along with Batman and Robin, it's true
In a nursing home, so gray
With clowns and worms, day by day

Poor Juan, I feel so sorry for you, my friend
All the repressed, until the end
Will be your friends, it's true, you'll see
When you throw your disguise to the ground, so free

Ah, ah, ah, ah