Fernando Delgadillo — El rag de las tres song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El rag de las tres" by Fernando Delgadillo.
Lyrics
Desviaciones De La Cancion Informal
El Rag De Las Tres
Son las tres de la man~ana en punto
Y un minuto mas y ya no lo seran
Tengo comezon en medio de la espalda
Y una mosca esta volando para aca
Siempre he pensado que me gusta mirar
Con la cabeza de lado
Porque asi veo los contornos bien
Y he concluido que al vivir mejor
Me la paso acostado para no tenerme que torcer
Ya se que soy un tipo extran~o y Que hay dias que no me ban~o
Y ademas me gusta un poco el ron
Porque me aplacan las dolencias con la misma frecuencia
Que la comezon de espalda me hace rascarme a conciencia
No me importa lo aburrido que he de parecer
Yo solo quiero disfrutar, y comenzar a son~ar
Y dejar pasar un poco el tiempo
Nunca me ha cansado descansar
Son las tres y veintiuno, si Con un minuto ms son las tres veintidos
Mi vida es el rag-time, y un vago desvelado
Siempre estoy pasandola feroz
Ya me quite una bota
Y me estoy tallando el ojo con la goma de un lapiz cafe
Si miro al techo siento ganas de caminar de cabeza
Pero hay que subir por la pared
Y detenerse en la perilla que hay en la puerta del ban~o
Luchando contra la gravedad
Pero siempre corri el riesgo de caer cuando me ha dado
Por imaginarme cosas que podrian haber pasado
Estoy saliendo de un problema emocional
Con la muchacha de la ultima vez
Que me dejara sin quererlo y no a proposito, lo se Fue un caso de genuina estupidez el de su linda cabecita
Como dijera que desde luego era mucho para mi Decia tener ascendencia extranjera
Y yo pregunte si era como tener pedigree
Ya son las tres cincuenta y cinco con cincuenta segundotes
Con diez mas son tres cincuenta y seis
Ya casi es hora de acostarme
Si quiero levantarme para mi desayuno a la una y media de la tarde
Aqui en la casa nadie me comprende
Quisieran que me fuera a trabajar
Pero yo se que con mis treinta y nueve
Todavia tengo derecho a estudiar
Si, he estado pensado meterme a estudiar
Lyrics translation
Deviations From The Informal Song
The Rag Of The Three
It's three o'clock in the morning.
And one more minute and they won't be anymore
I have itching in the middle of my back.
And a fly is flying here
I've always thought I like to watch
Head aside
Because that's how I see the contours well
And I have concluded that by living better
I spend it lying down so I don't have to twist
I know I'm a strange guy and there are days I don't get banned.
And I also like a little rum
Because I am appeased with the same frequency
That the itching of my back makes me scratch my conscience
I don't care how boring I look
I just want to enjoy, and start to son ~ ar
And let a little time pass
I've never been tired of resting
It's three and twenty-one, if with a minute ms is three twenty-three
My life is rag-time, and a vaguely unveiled
I'm always having a hard time.
I already took off a boot.
And I'm carving my eye with the gum of a brown pencil
If I look at the ceiling I feel like walking headlong
But you have to climb up the wall
And stop at the knob at the door of the ban~o
Fighting gravity
But I always ran the risk of falling when he gave me
For imagining things that might have happened
I'm coming out of an emotional problem.
With the girl last time
That I left without wanting it and not on purpose, it was a case of genuine stupidity that of his cute little head
As I said it was certainly too much for me to say I had foreign ancestry
And I asked if it was like having pedigree
It's three fifty-five with fifty seconds
With ten plus is three fifty-six
It's almost time for me to go to bed.
If I want to get up for my breakfast at half past one in the afternoon
Here in the house no one understands me
They want me to go to work.
But I know that with my thirty-nine
I still have the right to study
Yeah, I've been thinking about going to study.