Текст и перевод песни Ricardo Arjona - El Bobo

El Bobo

Con la fuerza de un tren militar
Se desplaza el presente sin ley
El pasado no va a regresar
Y el azar seguirá siendo el rey
Te pondrás como yugo el reloj
Y saldrás a la calle a morir

Verás filas de idiotas sin fin
Fracasados haciéndole al coach
Socialistas con chef Michelin
Dictadores haciendo el approach
Seguirás la costumbre del tedio
Y buscarás por rutina el amor

Irás a un altar por cumplir
La costumbre del gueto social
Pensarás que es como hay que vivir
Y llorarás escondido
Pensarás que has vivido
Y a esperar como un bobo el final

Te pondrás ese jeans y a soñar
Con las cosas que nunca tendrás
Vendrán hijos que van a volar
Cada amigo traerá su antifaz
Tendrás dietas, complejos y vicios
Y algún dios que consuele el dolor

Habrá cuesta cada fin de mes
Presupuestos que no alcanzarán
Ser feliz puede ser pa después
Y llorarás escondido
Pensarás que has vivido
Y a esperar como un bobo el final

Te harás viejo, y con suerte un doctor
Pospondrá tu final pa después
Te pondrán la corbata mejor
En tu traje final de ciprés
Si dejaste algún bien lograrás
En tu nombre una riña de adiós

No sabrás si después hay después
Igual no tendrás nada que hacer
No se puede vivir al revés
Y llorarás escondido
Pensarás que has vivido
Y a esperar como un bobo el final

The Fool

With the force of a military train
The present moves lawlessly along
The past will not come back around
And chance will continue to be king
You'll wear the clock like a yoke, my love
And you'll go out into the street to die

You'll see endless lines of idiots
Failures playing the coach, so bold
Socialists with a Michelin chef
Dictators making the approach, I'm told
You'll follow the custom of tedium's way
And you'll search for love out of routine's sway

You'll go to an altar just to comply
With the customs of the social ghetto's lie
You'll think that's just how life should be
And you'll cry in secret, silently
You'll think you've lived, though life's passed by
And wait like a fool for the end, oh my

You'll put on those jeans and you'll dream, my dear
Of the things you'll never hold near
Children will come, they'll take to the air
Each friend will bring their own mask to wear
You'll have diets, complexes, and vices, too
And some god to console your pain anew

There'll be struggles at each month's end
Budgets that won't quite extend
Being happy can wait 'til then, my friend
And you'll cry in secret, silently
You'll think you've lived, though life's passed by
And wait like a fool for the end, oh my

You'll grow old, and with luck, a doctor's care
Will postpone your end, a little while to spare
They'll put on your finest tie with care
On your final suit of cypress, I swear
If you left some goods, they'll fight, you'll see
A farewell quarrel in your name's decree

You won't know if there's an after then
Just the same, you'll have nothing to do again
You can't live life in reverse, my friend
And you'll cry in secret, silently
You'll think you've lived, though life's passed by
And wait like a fool for the end, oh my