Текст и перевод песни Luis Eduardo Aute - Va Como Va

Va Como Va

"Esto se acaba", me dijo con voz de congoja
Al entrar por la puerta,
Culos de vaso sus ojos, la lágrima a punto
Y la mirada muerta.
"Qué te pasa, cantautor", le pregunte
Y entregándome el diario dijo: "lee".
Y leí y lloré
Un titular atacaba diciendo que ardía la vieja Lisboa
Y el catalán heterónimo disparato:
"Me han quemado a Pessoa".

Y así va como va,
Va como va...

"Qué cosas dices", le dije y, mirando al espejo
Siguió con el tema:
"Ya no soy dos, ni soy yo, ni soy nadie
Ni Europa resiste a la quema".
Y mirándole a las lupas le rogué:
Transgaláctico no soy, explícate".
Me miró, le miré,
"Esto se acaba, se acaba, y no hay más que aceptar
Dignamente la ruina
Arde Lisboa, Venecia se hunde
Y se cae la capilla Sixtina."

"No hay más patrón ni más ley ni más dios ni más rey
Que el maldito dinero",
Dijo, furioso, mi amigo clavando en la diana
Un disparo certero.
"No me tomes por idiota pero es que
No comprendo tu discurso", confesé.
Y me habló, le escuché
"Arte, poseía, belleza ¡qué extrañas palabras!,
¿Serán un conjuro?
Hoy cualquier cerdo es capaz de quemar el edén
Por cobrar un seguro."

Here's That Rainy Day

"It's over," he said with a voice of sorrow
When he walked in the door,
The bottom of his glass was empty, his tears about to fall
And his gaze was dead.
"What's wrong, singer-songwriter," I asked
And handing me the newspaper, he said: "Read."
And I read and cried
A headline said that old Lisbon was burning
And the strange Catalan said:
"They've burned Pessoa."

And that's how it goes
That's how it goes...

"What things you say," I said and, looking in the mirror,
He continued with the topic:
"I'm no longer two, nor I am I, nor I am anyone
Not even Europe can resist the burning."
And looking at his magnifying glasses I begged him:
Transgalactic I am not, explain yourself."
He looked at me, I looked at him,
"It's over, it's over, and there's nothing left to do
But to accept ruin with dignity
Lisbon is burning, Venice is sinking
And the Sistine Chapel is collapsing."

"There is no more master, no more law, no more God, no more King,
Only the cursed money,"
My friend said angrily, hitting the target
A sure shot.
"Don't take me for an idiot but it's just
I don't understand your speech," I confessed.
And he spoke to me, I listened to him
"Art, poetry, beauty, how strange these words are,
Could they be a spell?
Today any fool can burn Eden
To collect insurance."