Cumbiera Intelectual - En Vivo - Kevin Johansen перевод на английский

Cumbiera Intelectual - En Vivo

La conocí en una bailanta todo apretado
Nos tropezamos pero fui yo el que se puso colorado
Era distinta y diferente su meneada
Y un destello inteligente había en su mirada...

Cuando le dije si quería bailar conmigo
Se puso a hablar de Jung, de Freud y Lacan
Mi idiosincracia le causaba mucha gracia
Me dijo al girar la cumbiera intelectual
Me dijo al girar... esa cumbiera intelectual...

(Jung, Freud, Simone de Beauvoir, Gothe, Beckett,
Cosmos, Gershwin, Kurt Weill, Guggenheim...)

Estudiaba una carrera poco conocida
Algo con ver con letra y filosofía
Era linda y hechizera su contoneada
Y sus ojos de lince me atravesaban

Cuando intenté arrimarle mi brazo
Se puso a hablar de Miller, de Anais Nin y Picasso
Y si osaba intentar robarle un beso
Se ponía a leer de Neruda unos versos
Me hizo mucho mal la cumbiera intelectual
No la puedo olvidar... a esa cumbiera intelectual

(Paul Klee, Ante Garmaz, Kandinsky, Diego, Fridha,
Tolstoi, Bolshoi, Terry Gilliam, Shakespeare William...)

Si le decía Vamos al cine, rica
Me decía Veamos una de Kusturica
Si le decía Vamos a oler las flores
Me hablaba de Virginia Wolf y sus amores
Me hizo mucho mal la cumbiera intelectual
No la puedo olvidar... a esa cumbiera intelectual...

Le pedí que me enseñe a usar el mouse
Pero solo quiere hablarme del Bauhaus
Le pregunté si era chorra o rockera
Me dijo Gertrude Stein era re-tortillera
No la puedo olvidar...

Yo no quiero que pienses tanto, cumbiera intelectual!
Yo voy a rezarle a tu santo para que te puedas soltar...
Para que seas más normal

(Jarmusch, Cousteau, Cocteau, Arto, Maguy Marin,
Twyla Tharp, Gilda, Visconti, Gismonti...)

Aprendí sobre un tal Hesse y de un Thomas Mann
Y todo sobre el existencialismo Alemán
Y ella me sigue dando cátedra todo el día
Aunque por suerte de vez en cuando su cuerpo respira
Su cuerpo respira, su cuerpo respira

Yo no quiero que pienses tanto, cumbiera intelectual
Yo voy a rezarle a tu santo, para que seas más normal
Para que te puedas soltar...
Cumbierita, cómo la quiero...!

Intellectual Cumbia - Live

I met her at a dance, all cramped
We stumbled, but I was the one who blushed
Her swaying was different and unusual
And there was an intelligent glint in her eye...

When I asked her if she wanted to dance with me
She started talking about Jung, Freud, and Lacan
My idiosyncrasy made her laugh
She said as she turned the intellectual cumbia
She said as she turned... that intellectual cumbia...

(Jung, Freud, Simone de Beauvoir, Gothe, Beckett,
Cosmos, Gershwin, Kurt Weill, Guggenheim...)

She was studying a little-known subject
Something to do with literature and philosophy
Her swaying was beautiful and bewitching
And her keen eyes pierced me

When I tried to put my arm around her
She started talking about Miller, Anaïs Nin, and Picasso
And if I dared to try to steal a kiss
She would start to read some verses of Neruda
That intellectual cumbia hurt me a lot
I can't forget her... that intellectual cumbia

(Paul Klee, Ante Garmaz, Kandinsky, Diego, Frida,
Tolstoy, Bolshoi, Terry Gilliam, Shakespeare William...)

If I said Let's go to the movies, my love
She would say Let's watch one by Kusturica
If I said Let's go smell the flowers
She would talk to me about Virginia Woolf and her love affairs
That intellectual cumbia hurt me a lot
I can't forget her... that intellectual cumbia...

I asked her to teach me how to use the mouse
But she only wants to talk to me about Bauhaus
I asked her if she was a punk or a rocker
She said Gertrude Stein was a total lesbian
I can't forget her...

I don't want you to think so much, intellectual cumbia!
I'm going to pray to your saint so you can let go...
So you can be more normal

(Jarmusch, Cousteau, Cocteau, Arto, Maguy Marin,
Twyla Tharp, Gilda, Visconti, Gismonti...)

I learned about a certain Hesse and a Thomas Mann
And all about German existentialism
And she keeps lecturing me all day long
Although luckily her body breathes from time to time
Her body breathes, her body breathes

I don't want you to think so much, intellectual cumbia
I'm going to pray to your saint, so you can let go
So you can be more normal...
Little cumbia, how I love her...!