Текст и перевод песни Artistas Varios - El Año Viejo

El Año Viejo

La cabezita despierta,
Orgullo de su mamá,
El niño se quedó solo en su casa,
Y adolescente se queria azomar,
Rebanando las veredas,
El barrio del un Caudillo,
Da una vuelta en todas las esquinas para complacer el poco dolor.
Se lava las manos de la vida todos los días, todas las noches
Se alzó todas las tapas,
La cena se la saltó,
Faltaba un poco para llegar sin rumbo
Para llegar a la casa del bagabundo
Pero dejando de la vida con un tema de la canción
Viejo adivino, donde vás?
Yo sé muy bien que no querés mirar atrás
Mirá nada más solo queda hoy (un perro flaco)
Y el fondo de un mimo palpidiar (vamos!)
(¡Si!)
Después de las juventudes,
Cansado de tropezar,
Se buscaba una buena esposa,
Catorce horas para durar,
Pero algunos pajaritos,
No se les pueden encerrar,
Se le va pegando el alma,
Y de pronto ya no quiere cantar,
Se le para amor al pobre viejo que se tragó cuarenta,
Y casi sin darse de cuenta,
Alcohólico se volvió,
Solo el pobre puso sus piernas en la deriba,
Da una vuelta a la vida,
En la calle términó,
Viejo adivino, donde vás?
Yo se muy bien que no querés mirar atrás
Mira nada más solo queda hoy (un perro flaco)
Y el fondo de un mimo palpidiar (Dale Santi!)
Si!
Viejo adivino, donde vás?
Yo se muy bien que no podés mirar atrás
Mira nada más solo queda hoy (un perro flaco)
Y el fondo de un mimo palpidiar
Y el fondo de un mimo palpidiar (un perro flaco)
Y el fondo de un mimo palpidiar

The Old Year

The little head wakes up,
Pride of his mother,
The child was left alone in his house,
And as a teenager he wanted to look out,
Cutting the sidewalks,
The neighborhood of a warlord,
He makes a turn on every corner to please the little pain.
He washes his hands of life every day, every night
He lifted all the lids,
He skipped dinner,
It was a little short of arriving without a destination
To get to the vagabond's house
But leaving life with a theme of the song
Old soothsayer, where are you going?
I know very well that you don't want to look back
Look, there's nothing left today (a skinny dog)
And the bottom of a mime to palpitate (come on!)
(Yes!)
After the youth,
Tired of stumbling,
He was looking for a good wife,
Fourteen hours to last,
But some little birds,
They cannot be locked up,
His soul is getting stuck,
And suddenly he doesn't want to sing anymore,
He stops loving the poor old man who swallowed forty,
And almost without realizing it,
He became an alcoholic,
Only the poor man put his legs in the drift,
He turns his life around,
He ended up on the street,
Old soothsayer, where are you going?
I know very well that you don't want to look back
Look, there's nothing left today (a skinny dog)
And the bottom of a mime to palpitate (Go Santi!)
Yes!
Old soothsayer, where are you going?
I know very well that you can't look back
Look, there's nothing left today (a skinny dog)
And the bottom of a mime to palpitate
And the bottom of a mime to palpitate (a skinny dog)
And the bottom of a mime to palpitate