Текст и перевод песни Piero - Las Cosas Que Pasan

Las Cosas Que Pasan

Que lindo era sentarse en la mesa de un bar
Y ver a Buenos Aires, o Medellín o Bogotá pasar y pasar...

Pasa un cartero en bicicleta
Con telegramas color violeta
Un patrullero de la policia
Que busca un chorro hace quince días

Pasa el lechero con cara de nada
Vendiendo el leche contaminada
Y 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
Y pasan dos tuercas comiendo picadas
Se cruza una vieja y la hacen pomada

Pasan los taxis y los colectivos
Las secretarias del Ejecutivo
Un jubilado tangodeante
Jorge Luis Borges, la niña y su amante

Los siete 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 una banda de criminales
En sus hermosas motos policiales

Pasa un Mercedes con chapa extranjera
Llevando el amante de un tipo cualquiera
Y pasa un Mercedes con chapa oficial
Llevando el 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
Y 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 más plusvalía!

Pasan los locos, pasan los cuerdos
Si no les das corte te dan con un fierro
Y una señora 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 la gente que pasa a mi lado

Pasa la guardia del Presidente
Los sables al aire todos dementes
Y pasa la historia de nuestra nación
Siglo tras siglo sin solución

Pasan los gatos, pasan los perros
Pasan los vivos, pasan los muertos
Pasan corriendo, pasan zumbando
Pasa el silencio y pasa gritando

Pasa el país y el continente
Pasa mi vida estupidamente
Mientras estoy en la mesa de un bar
Viendo a Buenos Aires, Medellín o Bogotá pasar y pasar.

The Things That Happen

How lovely it was to sit at a bar table
And watch Buenos Aires, or Medellín or Bogotá go by and by...

A postman passes by on a bicycle
With violet-colored telegrams
A police patrol car
Searching for a thief for fifteen days

The milkman passes by with a blank expression
Selling contaminated milk
And a serious and closed-off notary
Throwing kisses at a lawyer

A politician passes by with short steps
Longing for the congress with an absentminded air
A vampire passes by looking for a girl
But he gets raped as he passes the corner

The executioner passes by with his cattle prod
And as time goes by he looks at me with desire
And two thugs pass by eating snacks
An old lady crosses their path and they beat her to a pulp

Taxis and buses pass by
The secretaries of the Executive
A tango-dancing retiree
Jorge Luis Borges, the girl and her lover

The seven madmen, the smugglers
The good men, the masochists
The prostitutes with their pianists
The healers and their analysts

A girl with a thousand surnames passes by
Jealously selling the dispossessed
A band of criminals passes by
On their beautiful police motorcycles

A Mercedes with a foreign license plate passes by
Carrying the lover of some random guy
And a Mercedes with an official license plate passes by
Carrying the lover of a general

The employees pass by, looking dark
Sticking their elbows into the guy next to them
The guys next to them pass by, looking dark
Sticking their elbows into the unemployed

The students pass by running
Because the guards are chasing them
And the guards pass by running
Because the students are chasing them

A worker in espadrilles passes by
With twenty pesos, which is all his money
The Minister of Economy passes by
He says to him: My little boy, there is no more surplus value!

The crazy ones pass by, the sane ones pass by
If you don't cut them off, they'll hit you with an iron
And a lady with a low-cut dress
A priest follows her and falls into sin

The prisoners pass by with an air of death
They pass by crying over their sad fate
I pass by myself and I see myself sitting
Watching the people who pass by me

The President's guard passes by
Swords in the air, all demented
And the history of our nation passes by
Century after century without a solution

Cats pass by, dogs pass by
The living pass by, the dead pass by
They pass by running, they pass by buzzing
Silence passes by and screams pass by

The country and the continent pass by
My life passes by stupidly
While I'm at a bar table
Watching Buenos Aires, Medellín or Bogotá go by and by.