Текст и перевод песни Fernando Cabrera - El Posible Lopez

El Posible Lopez

Quizá tomara un aguardiente
Que le dejó un grito al revés
Quizá un oscuro riachuelo
Quizá la luna del ciempiés
El cielo verde que desploma
Sus ramas sobre la mitad
De su carpeta franciscana
De su cuaderno clerical
Aaaal aaaal aaaaal
El mundo sueña y un tal López
Saca sueños de un baúl
Se pone trajes y sombreros
Que hacen juego con la luz
Y entonces sube a un subterráneo
Se sube a un móvil ataúd
Y sintoniza el periscopio
Ya no era el cielo aquel azul
Uuuul uuuul uuuuuul uuuuuul
Naranananana narananananana naranana naranana

Possible Lopez

Perhaps, he took a schnapps
That left him with a holler in reverse
Maybe a dark rivulet
Or maybe the centipede's moon
The verdant sky that topples
Its tree branches upon the half
Of his Franciscan case
Of his ecclesiastic notebook
Aaaal aaaal aaaaal
The world dreams, and what a Lopez
Pulls dreams out of a trunk
He puts on clothes and hats
That play with the light
And then he gets on an underground
He gets on a mobile coffin
And sintonizes the periscope
The sky was no longer that blue
Uuuul uuuul uuuuuul uuuuuul
Naranananana narananananana naranana naranana