Текст и перевод песни Abel Pintos - La Filosófica

La Filosófica

No pretende mi advertencia
Que seas como yo quiero
Ni meterte en entre veros
De enseñarte mi experiencia
Vos te has criao con la esencia
Del agua de tu bebedero.

La vida es una doctrina
El mundo entero su templo
Y encontrarás con el tiempo
Tu saber bien madurao
Será cuando has pronunciao
La frase justa de ejemplo.

Dejar rastros en la vida
Son pretensiones del hombre
Si no ha lograo que su nombre
Quede en el tiempo grabao
Es porque solo ha edificao
Ranchos de paja y adobe.

Claro que paja y adobe
En un especial momento
Constituye un fundamento
Dentro de la construcción
No hay que armar un caserón
Sin revisar los cimientos.

Hay que hacer bordao prolijo
En el mantel de la vida
Pero no para la estiva
Y después tenerlo guardado
A mantel almidonao
Prefiero aquel con comida

La vida es la gran escuela
Y en el aula del saber
No te vaya a sorprender
Que de un árbol bien nacido
Salgan los gajos torcidos
Pues, se han doblao al crecer.

No vale la obstentanción
La arrogancia desmedida
La razón bien entendida
Del hombre mejor pensao
Si después que te has dentrao
Recién busca la salida.
Tener pasar relativo
Y a pesar de otros criterios
No le busques el remedio
Porque es terrible este mal
No hallarás la paz total
Ni en la paz del cementerio.

Philosophical Song

My advice is not intended
To make you the way I want
Or to get you in between truths
Of showing you my experience
You have been raised with the essence
Of the water from your own well.

Life is a doctrine
The whole world its temple
And in time you will find
Your well-ripened knowledge
It will be when you have pronounced
The right example phrase.

To leave traces in life
Are the pretensions of man
If he has not managed to make his name
Remain engraved in time
It is because he has only built
Ranches of straw and mud.

Of course, straw and mud
In a special moment
Constitute a foundation
Within the construction
You don't have to build a mansion
Without checking the foundations.

You have to make a neat embroidered
On the tablecloth of life
But not for storage
And then keep it stored
With a starched tablecloth
I prefer the one with food

Life is the great school
And in the classroom of knowledge
Don't be surprised
That from a well-born tree
Twisted branches come out
Well, they have bent as they grow.

Ostentation is not worthwhile
Excessive arrogance
Reason well understood
Of the man who thought better
If after you have entered
You're just looking for the exit.
Have a relative passage
And despite other criteria
Don't look for a remedy
Because this evil is terrible
You will not find total peace
Not even in the peace of the cemetery.