Текст и перевод песни Al2 El Aldeano - El Joven Fantasma

El Joven Fantasma

Ponme la musiquita
Yo', sí
Tienes tu propio mundo
Quiero contarte una historia (sí)
(Yo') sí, escúchala
Va de corazón

Entre avioncitos de papeles y corceles sin jinetes
Va el introvertido joven que hoy ya tiene 17
Solo otro juguete roto que la sociedad no observa
Todos quieren ver tan lejos que no ven lo que está cerca

El mundo le cerró las puertas y solo le dio un cuerpo
Para ahogar sus penas y vagar en pena como un muerto
Y va sufriendo entre criaturas bobas
Capaces de lanzarse ante a un Audi para morir a la moda (tú sabes)

Lógicamente, su vida pierde sentido
Corre dolido, no es correspondido por un amigo
El pobre no ha sido reconocido ni por la oscuridad
Su presencia solo la siente la soledad

El vacío, su única amistad aquí en la Tierra
Se siente frío, como el río que describió Juan Luis Guerra
Así, el joven sin paso se aferra a existir
Entre gente que, gratuitamente, matan y suelen mentir

Pero él quiere reír, tener una novia
Y alguna historia que contar en su virgen memoria
Pero nadie le hace caso y solo su dolor arrastra
Y no lo ven porque es un joven fantasma

El joven fantasma es invisible como el aire
Una gota de silencio, otro don nadie
Alguien que intenta sonreír
Espíritu y materia, muere tratando de vivir

El joven fantasma es invisible como el aire
Una gota de silencio, otro don nadie
Alguien que intenta sonreír
Espíritu y materia, muere tratando de vivir

El joven fantasma detesta su anonimato
Se propone a entrar al mundo de inmediato solo por un rato
Ya está decidido, no hay quién lo detenga
Algo de acción buscará y lo insertará en su leyenda

"Adiós vida muerta", abrió la puerta y echó andar su vida
Con un look distinto, entró al laberinto sin salida
Relacionarse le hace falta, pero desconocía
Que la sociedad le había preparado una trampa

Por primera vez un ser humano lo miraba
La brisa le daba y una sonrisa alguien le regalaba
Pero él no sospechaba (¿qué?) Que ese aire y ese alguien
De su tonta imagen se burlaba

Todos pasaban y lo señalaban riendo
Pero él, contento, el mundo lo estaba viendo
Una joven se acercó y le dijo al oído:
"Eras más interesante antes, ¿qué te ha sucedido?"

Él dijo: "yo solo he querido que me quieran, que miren
Que me odien, que me admiren, que engañarme y que algo me inspire
Tú no sabes con qué dolor uno vive
Es muy duro que antes de conocerte ya te olviden"

El joven fantasma es invisible como el aire
Una gota de silencio, otro don nadie
Alguien que intenta sonreír
Espíritu y materia, muere tratando de vivir

El joven fantasma es invisible como el aire
Una gota de silencio, otro don nadie
Alguien que intenta sonreír
Espíritu y materia, muere tratando de vivir

Este joven que ha vivido deprimido
Solitario, ahora vive arrepentido
Porque la única vez que el mundo lo ha sentido
Ha sido para reírse de lo que ha sufrido (triste, ¿no?)

Es que él se presentó ante todos confundido
Entró como un plumón en su pulóver: "mundo, ¡basta!"
Déjenme sentir que respiro, que estoy vivo
Ayúdenme a no ser otro joven fantasma

No cualquiera en estos tiempos, se, se sienta a escuchar una canción
Simplemente, lo que hemos hecho con nuestro trabajo es decir
Lo que todo el mundo acaba admitiendo
Lo que todo el mundo sabe que siente

The Young Ghost

Play the music for me
Yes, ma'am
You have your own world
I want to tell you a story (yes)
(I) yes, listen to it
It comes from the heart

Between paper airplanes and riderless steeds
Goes the introverted young man who is now 17
Just another broken toy that society doesn't observe
Everyone wants to see so far away that they don't see what's close

The world closed its doors on him and only gave him a body
To drown his sorrows and wander in pain like a dead man
And he goes on suffering among foolish creatures
Capable of throwing themselves in front of an Audi to die in fashion (you know)

Logically, his life loses its meaning
He runs in pain, he is not reciprocated by a friend
The poor man has not been recognized even by the darkness
His presence is only felt by loneliness

Emptiness, his only friendship here on Earth
He feels cold, like the river Juan Luis Guerra described
Thus, the young man without a step clings to existence
Among people who, gratuitously, kill and tend to lie

But he wants to laugh, have a girlfriend
And some story to tell in his virgin memory
But nobody pays attention to him and only his pain drags
And they don't see him because he's a young ghost

The young ghost is invisible like the air
A drop of silence, another nobody
Someone who tries to smile
Spirit and matter, dies trying to live

The young ghost is invisible like the air
A drop of silence, another nobody
Someone who tries to smile
Spirit and matter, dies trying to live

The young ghost hates his anonymity
He sets out to enter the world immediately just for a while
He's already decided, there's no stopping him
He'll look for some action and insert it into his legend

"Goodbye dead life", he opened the door and started his life
With a different look, he entered the labyrinth with no way out
He needs to socialize, but he didn't know
That society had set a trap for him

For the first time a human being was looking at him
The breeze was giving him and someone was giving him a smile
But he didn't suspect (what?) that that air and that someone
Was mocking his silly image

Everyone passed by and pointed at him laughing
But he, happy, the world was seeing him
A young woman approached him and whispered in his ear:
"You were more interesting before, what happened to you?"

He said, "I just wanted them to love me, to look at me
To hate me, to admire me, to deceive me and to inspire me with something
You don't know how much pain one lives with
It's very hard that they forget you before they even know you"

The young ghost is invisible like the air
A drop of silence, another nobody
Someone who tries to smile
Spirit and matter, dies trying to live

The young ghost is invisible like the air
A drop of silence, another nobody
Someone who tries to smile
Spirit and matter, dies trying to live

This young man who has lived depressed
Lonely, now lives regretful
Because the only time the world has felt him
Has been to laugh at what he has suffered (sad, isn't it?)

It's just that he presented himself to everyone confused
He entered like a down feather in his sweater: "world, enough!"
Let me feel that I breathe, that I am alive
Help me not to be another young ghost

Not everyone these days, you know, sits down to listen to a song
Simply, what we have done with our work is to say
What everyone ends up admitting
What everyone knows they feel