Abel Pintos — La Filosófica song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Filosófica" by Abel Pintos.
Lyrics
No pretende mi advertencia
Que seas como yo quiero
Ni meterte en entre veros
De enseñarte mi experiencia
Vos te has criao con la esencia
Del agua de tu bebedero.
La vida es una doctrina
El mundo entero su templo
Y encontrarás con el tiempo
Tu saber bien madurao
Será cuando has pronunciao
La frase justa de ejemplo.
Dejar rastros en la vida
Son pretensiones del hombre
Si no ha lograo que su nombre
Quede en el tiempo grabao
Es porque solo ha edificao
Ranchos de paja y adobe.
Claro que paja y adobe
En un especial momento
Constituye un fundamento
Dentro de la construcción
No hay que armar un caserón
Sin revisar los cimientos.
Hay que hacer bordao prolijo
En el mantel de la vida
Pero no para la estiva
Y después tenerlo guardado
A mantel almidonao
Prefiero aquel con comida
La vida es la gran escuela
Y en el aula del saber
No te vaya a sorprender
Que de un árbol bien nacido
Salgan los gajos torcidos
Pues, se han doblao al crecer.
No vale la ostentanción
La arrogancia desmedida
La razón bien entendida
Del hombre mejor pensao
Si después que te has dentrao
Recién busca la salida.
Tener pasar relativo
Y a pesar de otros criterios
No le busques el remedio
Porque es terrible este mal
No hallarás la paz total
Ni en la paz del cementerio.
Lyrics translation
It's not my warning.
Be the way I want you to be
Or get in between.
To show you my experience
You have grown up with the essence
From your drinking water.
Life is a doctrine
The whole world his temple
And you'll find time
Your knowing well madurao
It will be when you have pronounced
The right example sentence.
Leaving traces in life
They are man's pretensions
If you haven't got your name
Stay in time recordao
It's because he's only built
Straw and adobe ranches.
Of course straw and adobe
In a special moment
It constitutes a foundation
Inside the building
You don't have to build a house.
Without checking the foundation.
You have to do neat bordao
In the tablecloth of life
But not for the stables.
And then have it saved
The starch tablecloth
I prefer the one with food
Life is the great school
And in the classroom of knowledge
Don't be surprised
That of a well-born tree
Come out the crooked guys
Well, they've doubled as they've grown.
Not worth the ostentatious
Excessive arrogance
The reason well understood
Man's best thought
If after you've been inside
He's just looking for a way out.
Have relative pass
And despite other criteria
Do not seek the remedy
Because this evil is terrible
You will not find complete peace
Not in the peace of the cemetery.