jueves, 7 de junio de 2007

Aqualung (Jethro Tull)


Sentado en un banco del parque
mirando con malas intenciones a las niñas.
Su nariz moqueando
dedos grasientos manchando ropas andrajosas.
Secándose al frío sol
Observando el paso de las bragas de encaje.
Sintiéndose como un miserable
escupiendo trozos de su quebrada suerte.

El sol centelleando frío
un viejo vagabundeando solitario.
Tomándose su tiempo
de la única forma que conoce.
La pierna doliéndole a rabiar,
al agacharse a recoger una colilla
baja al atracadero
y calienta sus pies.

Sintiendose sólo
el ejercito está a la vuelta de la esquina
salvación à la mode y
una taza de té.
Aqualung amigo
no te pongas nervioso
pobre viejo cabrón, mira, soy sólo yo.
Te acuerdas todavía
de la helada niebla en Diciembre
cuando el hielo que
cuelga de tus barbas es
desesperante agonía.
Y arrebatas a tu tiritera su último aliento
sonando como un buzo en las profundidades,
y las flores brotan como
la locura en primavera.


Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Esta es la que me gusta a mí, supongo que ya la conoces.

Jethro Tull
Skating away
On the thin ice of a new day


Mean while back in the year one
When you belonged to no one
You didn´t stand a chance son
If your pants were undone

´Cause you were bread for humanity
And sold to society
One day you´ll wake in the present days
A million generations removed from expectation of
Abeing who you really want to be

Skating away
Skating away
Skating away
On the thin ice of a new day

So as you push of from the shore
Won´t you turn your head once more
And make your peace with ev´ryone
For those who choose to stayWill live just one more day
To do the things they should have done

And as you cross the wilderness
Aspinning in your emtyness you feel you have to pray
Looking for a sign that the universal mind
Has written you into the passion play

Skating away
Skating away
Skating away
On the thin ice of a new day

And as you cross the circle line
Well the ice wall creaks behind
You´re a rabbit on the run
And silver splinters flyIn the corner of your eye
Shining in the setting sun

Well do you ever get the feeling
That the story´s too damn real and in the present tense
Or that ev´rybody´s on the stage
And it seems like you´re the only person sitting in the audience