Yo Quiero Ser Bombero
El padre asegura, será un ingeniero
la madre pretende que sea doctor.
Las tías quisieran que fuera banquero
un hombre de mundo, un gran seductor.
La abuela sugiere que aprenda un oficio
para que la vida se pueda ganar
en tanto el abuelo augura que el niño
se pondrá las botas, será militar.
Desde su galaxia el niño ya sabe
que cuando sea grande tendrá que ceder.
Pero, mientras tanto, él tiene la llave
del eterno sueño de ser o no ser.
Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero
Bombero, bombero, porque es mi voluntad.
Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero
que nadie se meta con mi identidad.
El niño es un joven que acepta el legado.
Ya le abre sus puertas la universidad.
Al cabo de un tiempo es un gran abogado
y al cabo de un otro, también es papá.
El hijo conjuga futuro y pasado
en las opiniones de lo que será.
Los padres y abuelos ya lo han programado
y rueda la rueda y siempre es igual.
Desde su galaxia el niño ya sabe
que cuando sea grande tendrá que aprender
a ser como todos y a tirar la llave
del eterno sueño de ser o no ser..
Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero
Bombero, bombero, porque es mi voluntad.
Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero
que nadie se meta con mi identidad.
Al fin de los tiempos, el niño es un viejo
sentado a la sombra de su realidad
y desde la infancia, como en un espejo,
desfilan las cosas que ya no serán.
La casa paterna, juguetes y amigos
y aquel despilfarro de la libertad
se van poco a poco quedando dormidos
en los largos brazos de la soledad.
El viejo se apaga y vuelve a su mente
el niño soñando, con ser o no ser.
Cerrando los ojos se va lentamente,
cantando bajito por última vez:
Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero
Bombero, bombero, porque es mi voluntad.
Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero
que nadie se meta con mi identidad.
I Want to Be a Firefighter
The father assures, he will be an engineer
the mother expects him to be a doctor.
The aunts would like him to be a banker
a man of the world, a great seducer.
The grandmother suggests he learns a trade
so that he can earn a living
while the grandfather predicts that the boy
will put on boots, will be a soldier.
From his galaxy, the boy already knows
that when he grows up he will have to give in.
But, in the meantime, he holds the key
to the eternal dream of to be or not to be.
Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter
Firefighter, firefighter, because it's my will.
Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter
do not mess with my identity.
The boy is a young man who accepts the legacy.
The university already opens its doors to him.
After a while, he is a great lawyer
and after another, he is also a father.
The son combines future and past
in the opinions of what will be.
Parents and grandparents have already programmed him
and the wheel rolls and it's always the same.
From his galaxy, the boy already knows
that when he grows up he will have to learn
to be like everyone else and to throw away the key
to the eternal dream of to be or not to be.
Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter
Firefighter, firefighter, because it's my will.
Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter
do not mess with my identity.
At the end of time, the boy is an old man
sitting in the shadow of his reality
and from childhood, as in a mirror,
things that will no longer be parade.
The paternal house, toys, and friends
and that waste of freedom
slowly fall asleep
in the long arms of loneliness.
The old man fades and in his mind returns
the boy dreaming, to be or not to be.
Closing his eyes, he slowly goes away,
singing softly for the last time:
Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter
Firefighter, firefighter, because it's my will.
Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter
do not mess with my identity.
Escrita por: Alberto Cortéz