Las Cosas Que Pasan
Que lindo era sentarse en la mesa de un bar
Y ver a Buenos Aires pasar y pasar
Pasa un cartero en bicicleta
Con un telegrama color violeta
Un patrullero de la policia
Que busca un choro hace quince dias
Pasa el lechero con cara de nada
Vendiendo leche contaminada
Un escribano se vió encerrado
Tirandole besos a un abogado
Pasa un político con paso corto
Añorando el congreso con aire absorto
Pasa un vampiro buscando una Mina
Pero lo violan pasando la esquina
Pasa el verdugo con su picana
Y al tiempo que pasa me mira con ganas
Pasan dos tuercas comiendo picadas
Se cruza una vieja y la hacen pomada
Pasan los taxis y los colectivos
Las secretarias del Ejecutivo
Un jubilado tangodeante
Jorge Luis Borges, la niña y su amante
Los siete locos, los contrabandistas
Los buenos hombres, los masoquistas
Las prostitutas y sus pianistas
Las curanderas y sus analistas
Pasa una niña de mil apellidos
Vendiendo celosa los desposeídos
Pasa una banda de criminales
En sus hermosas motos policiales
Pasa un Mercedes con chapa extranjera
Llevando la amante de un tipo cualquiera
Pasa un Mercedes con chapa oficial
Llevando la amante de un general
Segunda, pasan oscuros los empleados
Clavandole el codo al tipo de al lado
Pasan oscuros los tipos de al lado
Clavandole el codo a los desocupados
Pasan corriendo los estudiantes
Porque los persiguen los vigilantes
Pasan corriendo los vigilantes
Porque los persiguen los estudiantes
Pasa un obrero en alpargatas
Con veinte pesos que es toda su plata
Pasa el Ministro de Economía
Le dice: Mijito no hay más plusvalía!
Pasan los locos, pasan los cuerdos
Si no les das corte te dan con el fierro
Una señora con traje escotado
Un cura la sigue y cae en pecado
Pasan los hombres con aire de muerte
Pasan llorando su triste suerte
Paso yo mismo y me veo sentado
Mirando la gente que pasa a mi lado
Pasa la guardia del Presidente
Los sables al aire todos dementes
Pasa la historia de nuestra nación
Siglo tras siglo sin solución
Pasan los gatos, pasan los perros
Pasan los vivos, pasan los muertos
Pasan corriendo, pasan zumbando
Pasa el silencio pasa gritando
Pasa el país y el continente
Pasa mi vida estupidamente
Y yo sigo aqui sentado en un bar
Viendo a Buenos Aires pasar y pasar
The Things That Happen
How nice it was to sit at a bar table
And watch Buenos Aires go by
A postman passes by on a bicycle
With a violet-colored telegram
A police patrol car
Looking for a thief for fifteen days
The milkman passes by with a blank face
Selling contaminated milk
A notary found himself locked up
Blowing kisses to a lawyer
A politician passes by with short steps
Longing for the congress with an absent air
A vampire passes by looking for a Mina
But they rape him around the corner
The executioner passes by with his stun gun
And as he passes, he looks at me with desire
Two nuts pass by eating snacks
An old lady crosses and they turn her into a pulp
Taxis and buses pass by
The executive secretaries
A tango-dancing retiree
Jorge Luis Borges, the girl, and her lover
The seven madmen, the smugglers
The good men, the masochists
The prostitutes and their pianists
The healers and their analysts
A girl with a thousand last names passes by
Jealously selling the dispossessed
A band of criminals passes by
On their beautiful police motorcycles
A Mercedes with a foreign license plate passes by
Carrying the lover of any man
A Mercedes with an official license plate passes by
Carrying the lover of a general
Second, the employees pass by in the dark
Elbowing the guy next to them
The guys next to them pass by in the dark
Elbowing the unemployed
The students run by
Because they are being chased by the guards
The guards run by
Because they are being chased by the students
A worker in espadrilles passes by
With twenty pesos, which is all his money
The Minister of Economy passes by
Telling him: My boy, there is no more surplus value!
The crazy ones pass by, the sane ones pass by
If you don't give them attention, they hit you with iron
A lady in a low-cut suit
A priest follows her and falls into sin
Men pass by with an air of death
Passing by crying their sad fate
I pass by myself and see myself sitting
Watching the people passing by my side
The President's guard passes by
Swords in the air, all insane
The history of our nation passes by
Century after century without a solution
Cats pass by, dogs pass by
The living pass by, the dead pass by
Running by, buzzing by
Silence passes by, screaming passes by
The country and the continent pass by
My life passes by stupidly
And I'm still here sitting in a bar
Watching Buenos Aires go by