La Metamorfosis
Cierto día, Gregorio Samsa
Se despierta con el aspecto
Asqueroso de un gran insecto
Acostado de boca arriba
Quiere darse vuelta y no puede
¿Qué carajo es lo que sucede?
Se hace tarde para el trabajo
A la puerta su madre llama
Y él está clavado en la cama
No consigue encontrar sus brazos
Qué curioso, dónde se esconden
Y esas patas, que no responden
Viene el resto de la familia
Todos juntos, de mal talante
Le reclaman que se levante
Menos mal que él cerró la puerta
En la noche, antes de acostarse
Por un rato podrá ocultarse
Pero oye la voz del jefe
Que lo vino a buscar a casa
Para ver qué es lo que le pasa
Vamos, vamos, Gregorio Samsa
No me venga con cosas raras
Salga rápido y dé la cara
El contesta que está en problemas
Pero nadie le entiende un pito
Sus palabras parecen gritos
Ya no tiene cuerdas vocales
De sus mandíbulas gigantes
Manan líquidos repugnantes
Finalmente, con gran esfuerzo
Se levanta y su boca acierta
A girar la llave en la puerta
Antes de que todos lo vean
Piensa: Si esto es un sueño loco
Me despierto dentro de poco
Y si, en cambio, es verdad y a todos
Al mirarme les viene un chucho
No es mi culpa, lo siento mucho
Se tendrán que tomar la pena
De cuidar este par de antenas
Y dejar de comprar Baygón
The Metamorphosis
One day, Gregor Samsa
Wakes up with the
Disgusting appearance of a large insect
Lying on his back
He wants to turn over but can't
What the hell is happening?
He's late for work
His mother calls at the door
And he's stuck in bed
He can't find his arms
How strange, where are they hiding
And those legs, not responding
The rest of the family comes
All together, in a bad mood
They demand he gets up
Luckily he closed the door
At night, before going to bed
For a while he can hide
But he hears the boss's voice
Who came to fetch him at home
To see what's wrong with him
Come on, come on, Gregor Samsa
Don't come up with weird things
Get out quickly and face it
He replies he's in trouble
But no one understands a thing
His words sound like screams
He no longer has vocal cords
From his giant mandibles
Disgusting liquids flow
Finally, with great effort
He gets up and his mouth manages
To turn the key in the door
Before everyone sees him
He thinks: If this is a crazy dream
I'll wake up soon
And if, instead, it's true and everyone
Gets scared looking at me
It's not my fault, I'm sorry
They'll have to take the trouble
To take care of these pair of antennas
And stop buying insecticide