El Incomprendido
El es... el incomprendido, es lo que le ha sucedido
Y aunque haya padecido, es lo que ha elegido
Riega con sus escritos boliches y garitos
Y alguien lo ha convencido que es un poeta maldito
De bar en bar, café en café
Cree que lo observan
Nadie lo ve...
Cree que por ser bohemio, le van a dar un premio
Pero se ha vuelto abstemio y el mozo frunce el ceño
Cansado de ser pobre y de tantos engaños
Su madre no le da un cobre a sus 40 años
Podría ser vos, podría ser yo
Incomprendidos somos todos
Podría ser el o aquellos dos
Incomprendidos somos todos...
The Misunderstood
He is... the misunderstood, it's what he's been through
And even though he's suffered, it's what he's chosen
He spreads his writings in dives and joints
And someone convinced him that he's a cursed poet
From bar to bar, café to café
He thinks they're watching him
But no one sees him...
He thinks that just because he's a bohemian, he'll win a prize
But he's gone sober and the waiter furrows his brow
Tired of being broke and all the lies
His mother won't give him a dime at 40 years old
It could be you, it could be me
We're all misunderstood
It could be him or those two
We're all misunderstood...
Escrita por: Kevin Johansen