Paroles et traduction Zambayonny - La Pista Paul

La Pista Paul

Y como fue que descartaron a la pista Paul
Liberenlo a Chapman hanmen el favor
Que vas a hacer sin tu flequillo solo en Nueva York
No todo lo que necesitabas era amor.
En el cartel para tantas caras nunca hubo lugar
Con mas ambicion que talento el cuento acaba mal
Cualquier clavado ahora es mas famoso que Jesus
Yo ya no puedo gritar los goles de tu Liverpool.
Pensas y pensas de amor, balas para el pobre Jhon
Penas y penas y penas y penas y flores.
Y cuando fue que descartaron a la pista Paul
Tene cuidado Ringo que ahora viene por vos
Si Yoko Ono viviera le hubiera roto la cabeza
No habia una puta como Paul en las tabernas hamburguesas.
Aveces busco el submarino con mi super ocho
Metiendo pua en el vinilo me pongo como loco
Y de repente su voz me dice me mandastes a matarlo
La escucho tan claramente no se como explicarlo.
Penas y penas de amor, balas para el pobre Jhon
Penas y penas y penas y penas y flores.
Y como fue que descartaron a la pista Paul
Cualquier zaguero en el piano la va de goleador
Habria algunas muertes mas que tendrian que chequear
De Braian Epstein y Stuart hasta JFK.
Yo soy un loco que cantaba Imagine en la azotea
Above us only sky y abajo los huevos que me quedan
Yo usaba los lentes redondos para enfrentar al mundo
Nunca sabes cuando te puede suceder algo absurdo.
Penas y penas de amor, balas para el pobre Jhon
Penas y penas y penas y penas y flores.

Paul's Track

And how did they discard Paul's track
Release Chapman, do me a favor
What are you going to do without your bangs alone in New York
Not all you needed was love.
There was never room for so many faces on the poster
With more ambition than talent, the story ends badly
Any diver is now more famous than Jesus
I can no longer shout the goals of your Liverpool.
You think and think of love, bullets for poor Jhon
Sorrows and sorrows and sorrows and sorrows and flowers.
And when did they discard Paul's track
Be careful Ringo, now he's coming for you
If Yoko Ono were alive, she would have broken his head
There wasn't a whore like Paul in Hamburg pubs.
Sometimes I look for the submarine with my super eight
Sticking a pick in the vinyl, I'm going crazy
And suddenly his voice tells me you sent me to kill him
I hear it so clearly, I don't know how to explain it.
Sorrows and sorrows of love, bullets for poor Jhon
Sorrows and sorrows and sorrows and sorrows and flowers.
And how did they discard Paul's track
Any defender on the piano pretends to be a scorer
There would be a few more deaths that they would have to check out
From Brian Epstein and Stuart to JFK.
I'm a madman who sang Imagine on the roof
Above us only sky and below the eggs that are left to me
I used to wear the round glasses to face the world
You never know when something absurd can happen to you.
Sorrows and sorrows of love, bullets for poor Jhon
Sorrows and sorrows and sorrows and sorrows and flowers.