Текст и перевод песни Piero - Las Cosas Pasan

Las Cosas Pasan

Que lindo era sentarse en la mesa de un bar,
Y ver a Buenos Aires (o Medellin o Bogota) 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
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
Pasan dos tuercas corriendo picadas,
Se cruza una vieja y la hacen pomada
Pasan los taxis y los colectivos,
La secretaria del 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
Vendiendocelos a los desposeídos
Pasa una banda de criminales
En sus hermosas motos policiales
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
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 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,
Pasan muchas vidas estúpidamente...
Mientras estoy en la mesa de un bar,
Viendo a Buenos Aires (o Medellin o Bogota) pasar y pasar.

Things Happen

How nice it was to sit at a bar table,
And watching Buenos Aires (or Medellin or Bogota) go by and by...
A postman passes by on a bicycle
With violet telegrams
A police cruiser looking for a jet 15 days ago
The milkman passes by with a face of nothing
Selling contaminated milk
And a serious and closed scribe
Kissing a lawyer
A politician with a short step passes longing
The congress with absorbed air
A vampire walks by looking for a mine,
But he gets raped going around the corner
The executioner passes with his prod
And as time goes by he looks at me with desire
Two nuts pass by running chopped,
She crosses an old one and they make her ointment
Taxis and buses pass by,
The secretary of the executive
A retired man, tangos from before,
Jorge Luis Borges, The girl and her lover
The Crazy 7, the smugglers,
The good men, the masochists.
Prostitutes with their pianists,
The healers and their analysts
A girl with a thousand surnames passes by
Selling them to the dispossessed
A gang of criminals passes by
On their beautiful police motorcycles
A Mercedes with a foreign license plate passes by
Taking the mistress of a random guy
A Mercedes with an official license plate passes by
Taking the mistress of a general
Employees go dark
Sticking his elbow in the guy next door
The guys next door are passing by dark
Sticking his elbow into the unemployed.
The students run past
Because they are being chased by the vigilantes
The guards are running past
Because the students are chasing them
A worker walks by in espadrilles
With twenty pesos that's all your silver
The Minister of Economy passes,
He says to her: my little son there is no more surplus value
The crazy ones pass, the sane ones pass,
If you don't give them a cut, they'll hit you with the iron
And a Lady in a low-cut suit,
A priest follows her and she falls into sin.
Prisoners pass by with the air of death,
They spend their sad fate crying
I pass by myself and I see myself sitting
Looking at the people passing by me.
Pass the president's guard,
The sabres in the air, all insane
The history of our nation passes
Century after century without a solution.
The cats are passing, the dogs are passing,
The living pass, the dead pass
They run past, they whizz past,
The silence passes, it passes screaming
Pass the country and the continent,
A lot of lives go by stupidly...
While I'm at a bar table,
Watching Buenos Aires (or Medellin or Bogota) go by and by.