Peter Pan
Peter Pan buscaba a su madre
en las mil mujeres del aire
y se acostó con ellas,
y se cansó de ellas,
dejando en la mejilla
el beso gris del dolor.
Peter Pan horror del pirata
y sus sentimientos de lata
buscando aquel abrazo
el nido de unos brazos
en todas las mujeres
con las que descansó.
Peter Pan, pan, pan, niño loco
cuándo aprenderás a vivir solo.
Pan, pan, pan, niño dulce
algo siempre habrá que no te guste.
Pan, pan, pan, nadie llega
y hay que ser feliz en la escalera.
Pan, pan, pan, niño inquieto
cuándo aprenderás a estarte quieto.
Peter Pan buscando a su madre
en la luz de todos los bares.
No encuentra la sonrisa
pegada en su camisa
de aquella la que un día le tapaba los pies
Peter Pan, pan, pan, niño loco
cuándo aprenderás a vivir solo.
Pan, pan, pan, niño dulce
algo siempre habrá que no te guste.
Pan, pan, pan, nadie llega
y hay que ser feliz en la escalera.
Pan, pan, pan, niño inquieto
cuándo aprenderás a estarte quieto.
Peter Pan con un niño dentro,
tan tan débil, tan tan pequeño,
no encuentra su medida
y se le va la vida
buscando a la mujer
que nunca habrá de encontrar
Peter Pan
Peter Pan was looking for his mother
among the thousand women of the air
and he slept with them,
and he got tired of them,
leaving on the cheek
the gray kiss of pain.
Peter Pan, pirate's horror
and his tin feelings
looking for that embrace
the nest of some arms
in all the women
with whom he rested.
Peter Pan, pan, pan, crazy child
when will you learn to live alone.
Pan, pan, pan, sweet child
there will always be something you don't like.
Pan, pan, pan, no one arrives
and you have to be happy on the stairs.
Pan, pan, pan, restless child
when will you learn to stay still.
Peter Pan looking for his mother
in the light of all the bars.
He doesn't find the smile
stuck on his shirt
from the one who once covered his feet.
Peter Pan, pan, pan, crazy child
when will you learn to live alone.
Pan, pan, pan, sweet child
there will always be something you don't like.
Pan, pan, pan, no one arrives
and you have to be happy on the stairs.
Pan, pan, pan, restless child
when will you learn to stay still.
Peter Pan with a child inside,
so weak, so small,
he can't find his measure
and his life slips away
looking for the woman
he will never find.
Escrita por: Pedro Guerra