Paroles et traduction Fernando Delgadillo - Modelos Antiguos

Modelos Antiguos

Tuve un auto no tan nuevo
Que se quejó como yo
De vivir en este sitio
Que jamás nos regaló
Nada que no nos
Merecieramos ganar
Alguna vez
Los que aquí nacimos.
Siempre hemos sabido
Como es.

Por eso imagino
Que también conozco bien
La historia de un buen
Amigo
Que ha querido ser chofer
De un auto que dejó su
Padre
Por si un día se hacía
Mayor.
Y con un poco de suerte
Le conseguía algún motor.
Todavía no trae motor.

Cuando se sube a su coche
E imagina conducir
Siempre comentando que
Un
Buen día se largará de aquí
Realmente creo que siempre
Ha sido
Su más completa ilusión.

Agarrar el volante y dejar
La civilización diciendo:

Corre como el viento, anda
Echate a volar.
Dejame mirar que todo va
Quedando atrás, sí muestrame
Que los caminos sirven para
Despegar.
Quiero sentir el viento
Y probar la libertad.

El subirte en este coche
Te deja la sensación
De que cambiaste de tiempo.
Y mirando tu alrededor
Podrás hallar, cada accesorio
Luce próximo a arrancar
A probar la carretera
Huyendo a gran velocidad
Mientras dices.

Corre como el viento, anda
Echate a volar.
Dejame mirar que todo va
Quedando atrás, sí muestrame
Que los caminos sirven para
Despegar.
Quiero sentir el viento
Y probar la libertad.
Y probar la libertad...

El tipo tiene mil cosas
Que le dolería perder.
Y también está el trabajo
Que le ha dado de comer.
Por eso, sube al carro
Descompuesto
Que le ha de llevar
E igual que el auto sin
Motor
Siempre abandona su lugar.

Tal vez un buen día arregle
Su carro y se pueda ir
Tal vez no lo arregle nunca
Y le miremos por aquí
Como una de tantas historias.
Que mejor sería olvidar.
Lo sé porque cuando sube
Un coche
Siempre me dio por cantarle.

Corre como el viento, anda
Echate a volar.
Dejame mirar que todo va
Quedando atrás, sí muestrame
Que los caminos sirven para
Despegar.
Quiero sentir el viento
Y probar la libertad.

Corre como el viento, anda
Echate a volar.
Dejame mirar que todo va
Quedando atrás, sí muestrame
Que los caminos sirven para
Despegar.
Quiero sentir el viento
Y probar la libertad.
El viento y la libertaaaad...

Vintage Models

I had a car, not so new,
That complained just like I do,
About living in this place,
That never gave us grace,
Nothing we didn't
Deserve to earn,
Sometime,
Those of us born here.
We've always known
How it is.

That's why I imagine
That I also know well
The story of a good
Friend
Who has wanted to be a driver
Of a car that his
Father left
In case one day he became
Older.
And with a little luck
He'd get himself an engine.
It still doesn't have an engine.

When he gets in his car
And imagines driving
Always commenting that
One
Fine day he'll get out of here
I really think it's always
Been
His most complete illusion.

Grabbing the wheel and leaving
Civilization saying:

Run like the wind, come on
Take flight.
Let me see that everything is
Being left behind, yes show me
That the roads are for
Taking off.
I want to feel the wind
And taste freedom.

Getting in this car
Gives you the feeling
That you've changed times.
And looking around you
You can find, every accessory
Looks close to starting
To try the road
Fleeing at high speed
While you say.

Run like the wind, come on
Take flight.
Let me see that everything is
Being left behind, yes show me
That the roads are for
Taking off.
I want to feel the wind
And taste freedom.
And taste freedom...

The guy has a thousand things
That he'd be sorry to lose.
And there's also the job
That has fed him.
That's why he gets in the car
Broken down
That will take him
And just like the car without an
Engine
He always leaves his place.

Maybe one day he'll fix
His car and be able to go
Maybe he'll never fix it
And we'll see him around here
Like one of those many stories.
That it would be better to forget.
I know because when he gets in
A car
I always felt like singing to him.

Run like the wind, come on
Take flight.
Let me see that everything is
Being left behind, yes show me
That the roads are for
Taking off.
I want to feel the wind
And taste freedom.

Run like the wind, come on
Take flight.
Let me see that everything is
Being left behind, yes show me
That the roads are for
Taking off.
I want to feel the wind
And taste freedom.
The wind and freedoom...