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Ricardo Arjona "el y ella ( aborto)" Liedtext

Übersetzung nach: EN

Era el proceso mensual
mas tardio de su historia
fue una amiga del colegio
a la que le compartio su memoria.

Le conto que 2 meses atras
con aquel muchacho fugaz
hicieron tremendo pastel
en aquel viejo hotel.

El anciano facultativo
despues de las pruebas
anuncio el positivo
y para estas alturas
el futuro padre ya era un fugitivo
y mientras un rotativo
anuncia la trillada utopia de la deuda externa
esa niña le fabrica su pecho una sabia materna

llevas una estrella en tu vientre
llevas una vida q late

un posible ingeniero rokero o escritor
quiza bohemio quiza un señor
quiza compositor poeta medio loco o trovador
quiza una idea quiza una solucion

a buscado entre sus amigas
el mejor de los consejos
que van desde una inyeccion
hasta una sopa de cangrejos
y sin la menor precaucion
3 medicos le dieron su cotizacion
mientras le anuncian en la tele otra devaluacion

llevas una estrella en tu vientre
llevas una vida q late

un posible ingeniero rokero o escritor
quiza bohemio quiza un señor
quiza compositor poeta medio loco o trovador
quiza una idea quiza una solucion

A esa estrella en tu vientre
no le digas detente
Si lo hubiesen echo conmigo,
hoy faltaria una cancion

It was the monthly process
Later in its history
She was a friend from school
The one who shared her memory

She said that two months before
With that transient young man
They made tremendous love
There in that old hotel

That old doctor
After the tests
Announced that it was positive
And up to this point
The future father was already a fugitive
And while revolving
Announces the trite utopia of external doubt
That girl was created in her breast a wise mother

You carry a star in your belly
You carry a heart that beats

A possible engineer, rocker, or writer
Maybe a bohemian, maybe a gentleman
Maybe a half-mad poetic composer or a troubadour
Maybe an idea, maybe a solution

She looked to her friends
For the best advice
It ranged from an injection
To crab soup
And without the slightest precaution
Three doctors gave her their advice
While they told her on the television another devaluation

You carry a star in your belly
You carry a heart that beats

A possible engineer, rocker, or writer
Maybe a bohemian, maybe a gentleman
Maybe a half-mad poetic composer or a troubadour
Maybe an idea, maybe a solution

To this star in your belly
Don't tell it to stop
If they had thrown me out
This song would be missing today