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| El ruido de un tren me despierta Fueron dos horas y media las que dormí Y me desayuno un cigarro Y el espejo me dice estás más flaco que nunca Mi cuarto es un caos de objetos, nada en su lugar Hace un mes que cortaron el teléfono Y esta tele blanco y negro no quiere funcionar Y tu foto risueña a un costado Aunque parezca cursi, me provoca una lágrima Y el perro que era mi único amigo se buscó otro amo Y sigo aquí, tan solo como un rubio en Harlem Coro: Y soy libre y no me sirve ¿Para qué quiere la libertad en la luna un tigre? No me sirve, he compartido mi cama cien veces Y quiero irme. ¿Qué me pasa? Adonde vivo, desde que no estás ya no le llamo casa Cae la noche y todo es silencio Queda sin nadie la calle treinta y tres Y esta noche hay que encender una vela. Por no pagar me cortaron la luz Y para colmo una señora me avisa mi alquiler esta en mora Y sigo aquí, tan solo como un hippie en Siberia Coro × 2 |
The noise of a train wakes me up I slept for two and a half hours And I have a cigar for breakfast And the mirror tells me “You are thinner than ever” My room is a jumble of things, nothing in its place Its has been a month since they cut off the telephone And this black and white telly does not want to work And your smiling photo to one side Although it seems corny, it evokes a tear in me And the dog that was my sole friend sought another master And I am still here, as alone as a fair-haired man in Harlem Chorus: I am free and it is no use to me What would a tiger want freedom on the moon for? It is no use to me, I have shared my bed a hundred times And I want to leave. What is happening to me? Where I am living, since you have not been around I no longer call it home Nights falls and everything is silent Thirty-third street is left without any one And tonight it is necessary to light a candle. For not paying, they cut off my electricity And as the last straw, a woman warned me [that] my rent is in arrears And I am still here, as alone as a hippie in Siberia Chorus × 2 |