Текст и перевод песни Piero - Las Cosas Que Pasan (En Vivo Facultad de Medicina)

Las Cosas Que Pasan (En Vivo Facultad de Medicina)

Que lindo es sentarse en la puerta de un bar,
Y ver a Buenos Aires pasar y pasar...
Pasa un cartero en bicicleta
Con telegramas color violeta
Un patrullero de la policía que busca a un chorro hace 15 días

Pasa el lechero con cara de nada
Vendiendo leche contaminada
Un escribano serio y cerrado
Tirándole besos a un abogado
Pasa un político con paso corto añorando
El congreso con aire absorto

Pasa un vampiro buscando una mina,
Pero lo violan pasando la esquina
Pasa el verdugo con su picana
Y al tiempo que pasa me mira con ganas
Pasan dos tuercas corriendo picadas,
Se cruza una vieja y la hacen pomada

Pasan los taxis y los colectivos,
La secretaria de un ejecutivo
Un jubilado, tangos de antes,
Jorge Luis Borges, la niña y su amante
Los 7 locos, los contrabandistas,
Los buenos hombres, los masoquistas.

Las prostitutas con sus pianistas,
Las curanderas y sus analistas
Pasa una niña de mil apellidos vendiendo
Celosa los desposeídos
Pasa un Mercedes con chapa extranjera
Llevando la amante de un tipo cualquiera
Pasa un Mercedes con chapa oficial
Llevando la amante de un general

Pasan oscuros los empleados
Clavándole el codo al tipo de al lado
Pasan oscuros los tipos de al lado
Clavándole el codo a los desocupados.

Pasan corriendo los estudiantes
Porque los persiguen los vigilantes
Pasan corriendo los vigilantes
Porque los persiguen los estudiantes
Pasa un obrero en alpargatas
Con veinte pesos que es toda su plata
Pasa el ministro de economía,
Le dice: mi hijito no hay mas plusvalía
Pasan los locos, pasan los cuerdos,
Si no les das corte te dan con el fierro
Pasa una mina con traje escotado,
Un cura la sigue y cae en pecado.

Pasan los presos con aire de muerte,
Pasan llorando su triste suerte
Paso yo mismo y me veo sentado
Mirando a la gente que pasa a mi lado.

Pasa la guardia del presidente,
Los sables al aire, todos dementes
Pasa la historia de nuestra nación
Siglo tras siglo sin solución.

Pasan los gatos, pasan los perros,
Pasan los vivos, pasan lo muertos
Pasan corriendo, pasan zumbando,
Pasa el silencio, pasa gritando
Pasa el país y el continente,
Pasa mi vida estúpidamente...
Mientras estoy en la puerta de un bar,
Viendo a Buenos Aires pasar y pasar.

The Things That Happen (Live at the Faculty of Medicine)

How lovely it is to sit at a bar's door,
And watch Buenos Aires go by and by...
A postman on a bicycle goes by
With telegrams in violet dye
A police car searching for a crook for 15 days

The milkman passes with a blank stare
Selling contaminated milk, I swear
A serious and reserved notary
Blowing kisses to a lawyer, quite contrary
A politician with a short stride goes by, yearning
For the Congress, with an air of absent learning

A vampire passes searching for a chick,
But he gets violated around the block, quick
The executioner passes with his cattle prod
And as time goes by, he eyes me, by God
Two hot rods race by, side by side,
An old lady crosses and they turn her into mincemeat, wide

Taxis and buses pass by in a blur,
The secretary of an executive, sir
A retired man, tangos of the past,
Jorge Luis Borges, the girl and her lover, unsurpassed
The 7 madmen, the smugglers bold,
The good men, the masochists, I'm told

The prostitutes with their pianists so grand,
The healers and their analysts, hand in hand
A girl with a thousand surnames passes, selling
Jealous of the dispossessed, rebelling
A Mercedes with a foreign plate goes by
Carrying the lover of some random guy
A Mercedes with an official plate goes past
Carrying the lover of a general, fast

Employees pass by, faces obscure
Sticking it to the guy next door, it's pure
The guys next door pass by, faces grim
Sticking it to the unemployed, limb by limb

Students run by in a panicked dash
Because the guards are chasing them, crash
The guards run by with a hurried pace
Because the students are chasing them, it's a race
A worker in sandals walks on by
With twenty pesos, that's all his supply
The Minister of Economy passes, it's true,
He says: my son, there's no more surplus value for you
The crazy ones pass, the sane ones too,
If you don't cut them some slack, they'll stick it to you
A woman with a low-cut dress goes by,
A priest follows her and falls into sin, oh my

The prisoners pass with an air of death's embrace,
Crying over their sad fate, with no grace
I pass by myself and I see myself seated
Watching the people who pass by my side, defeated

The president's guard passes by with might,
Swords in the air, all out of sight
The history of our nation goes by
Century after century without a solution, I cry

The cats go by, the dogs go too,
The living pass, the dead pass through
They pass running, they pass buzzing around,
Silence passes, then shouting is found
The country and the continent pass by,
My life passes stupidly, I sigh...
While I'm at the door of a bar, you see,
Watching Buenos Aires go by and by, eternally.