Текст и перевод песни Jorge Gonzalez - Trenes trenes trenes

Trenes trenes trenes

A veces veo a Jorge sentado en el andén
Las manos en su libro como no sabiendo hacer
Le digo "Viejo gato ¿A dónde va tu tren?"
Me dice "Viejo espejo ¿La verdad? No lo sé"
Pasan y pasan carros, Jorge no se sube
Escribe ¿Qué te escribe? en su libro
Y cantamos juntos:
Trenes, Trenes, Trenes, Trenes
A veces veo a Jorge en el parquecito aquel,
La mochila media chueca, la chaqueta negra fiel
Le soplo "Coleguita, nos vamos a morir,
Tu y yo en estas tormentas del fin"
Me dice "Leonino, no seas tan fatal...
Quizás ya hemos muerto y no está nada mal"
Se ajusta esas gafas, que le quedan tan bien
Tiene tanta buena suerte, que hasta ciego...
Es de buen ver
Trenes, Trenes, Trenes

Trains Trains Trains

Sometimes I see Jorge sitting on the platform
His hands in his book as if he didn't know what to do
I say, "Old cat, where is your train going?"
He says, "Old mirror, the truth? I don't know"
Cars pass and pass, Jorge doesn't get on
He writes, what does he write? in his book
And we sing together:
Trains, Trains, Trains, Trains
Sometimes I see Jorge in the little park,
The backpack half crooked, the black jacket faithful
I sigh, "My friend, we are going to die,
You and I in these storms of the end"
He says, "Leonino, don't be so grim...
Perhaps we have already died and it's not so bad"
He adjusts those glasses that look so good on him
He's so lucky that even blind...
He's a sight to behold
Trains, Trains, Trains