Paroles et traduction Tex Tex - Pobre Rocanrolero

Pobre Rocanrolero

Soy un pobre rockanrolero,
Que apenas tengo para vivir,
Mi familia me esta presionando,
Quieren que cambie mi existir,
Quieren que me corte el cabello
Y que use un calzado mas formal,
Que abandone la guitarra
Y que me ponga a trabajar.
(Coro)
Pero tengo un extraño talento para poder describir,
Lo que pasa por dentro, muy adentro de mi.
Me han vestido con saco y corbata
Y hasta con traje de casimir,
Pero siento que me matan,
Son una cárcel para mi,
Me gusta andar de pata de perro
Y andar rolando por ahí,
Aunque no gano mucho dinero,
¡Hay Dios mío, soy tan feliz!
(Coro 2 veces)
Me preguntan si no tengo miedo,
Sino le temo a la vejez,
Yo no dependo del dinero,
Sino de la alegría de vivir.
Solamente le pido a Dios,
Que me libre de la frustración,
Del olvido y el abandono,
Que no me olvide del rockanroll.
(Coro 1 vez)
Se va, se va, se va, el rockanrolero,
Que tiene muchos aplausos,
Pero en el bolsillo nada de dinero,
Yo como Hernán Cortez queme mis naves,
Para no poderme regresar.

Poor Rock and Roller

I'm a poor rock and roller,
That just barely has enough to live,
My family is putting pressure on me,
They want me to change my way of life,
They want me to cut my hair
And wear formal shoes,
To abandon the guitar
And to get a real job.
(Chorus)
But I have a rare talent for being able to describe,
What goes on inside, deep inside of me.
They've dressed me in a suit and tie
And even in a cashmere suit,
But I feel like they're killing me,
They're a prison for me,
I like to walk around barefoot
And to wander around,
Even though I don't make much money,
Oh my God, I'm so happy!
(Chorus 2 times)
They ask me if I'm not afraid,
If I'm not afraid of old age,
I don't depend on money,
But on the joy of living.
I only ask God,
To free me from frustration,
From oblivion and abandonment,
That I don't forget rock and roll.
(Chorus 1 time)
He's leaving, he's leaving, he's leaving, the rock and roller,
Who gets a lot of applause,
But no money in his pocket,
Like Hernán Cortés, I'm burning my ships,
So that I can't go back.