Текст и перевод песни Kevin Johansen - El Incomprendido

El Incomprendido

El es, el incomprendido, es lo que le ha sucedido
Y aunque haya padecido, es lo que ha elegido
Riega con sus escritos boliches y garitos
Y alguien lo ha convencido que es un poeta maldito

De bar en bar, café en café
Cree que lo observan
Nadie lo ve

Cree que por ser bohemio, le van a dar un premio
Pero se ha vuelto abstemio y el mozo frunce el ceño
Cansado de ser pobre y de tantos engaños
Su madre no le da un cobre a sus 40 años

Podría ser vos, podría ser yo
Incomprendidos somos todos
Podría ser él o aquellos dos
Incomprendidos somos todos

Podría ser vos, podría ser yo
Incomprendidos somos todos

The Misunderstood

He is the misunderstood, it's what has happened to him
And although he has suffered, it's what he has chosen
He waters bowling alleys and bars with his writings
And someone has convinced him that he is a cursed poet

From bar to bar, café to café
He thinks that they are watching him
Nobody sees him

He believes that for being a bohemian, they will give him a prize
But he has become temperate and the waiter frowns
Tired of being poor and so many deceptions
His mother doesn't give him a cent at 40 years old

It could be you, it could be me
We are all misunderstood
It could be him or those two
We are all misunderstood

It could be you, it could be me
We are all misunderstood