Ricardo Arjona — Ayúdame Freud song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ayúdame Freud" by Ricardo Arjona.
Lyrics
Buenas tardes, doctor
Buenas tardes, adelante
Si, en el sofa por favor
Ponte comodo, recuestate, si Vas a pensar que has sido un ave que ha estado enjaulada
Durante toda su vida
Y que hoy esta a punto de abrir esa puerta
La puerta de esa jaula
Vamos, con confianza
Cuentame que te pasa
Ella vive conmigo en mi inconsciente
Ella es dueña de mi pasado y mi presente
Su morada es mi falta de seguridad
Y su comida mi ansiedad
Ayudame Freud
Ella pisa cada uno de mis pasos
Bebe el vino junto a mi y del mismo vaso
Ella es la mujer perfecta que me construyo mama
Y esta jodiendo mi psicologia, Ayudame Freud
Sera doctor
Que el chaleco de fuerza
Aun sigue atando mi cordura
Que mis complejos aun no razgan su costura
O sera que la mujer que me construyo mama
Es de muy grande de estatura
Sera doctor
Que pido mucho o que me conformo con poco
Que sigo cuerdo o estoy totalmente loco
O sera que la vida no es otra cosa
Que un racimo de antojos
Y la que paga los platos rotos, siempre es ella
La de a deveras
La que me cuida
La que me entibia en mis noches de tanto frio
La que me espera
La que me aguanta
La enemiga del fantasma en mi cabeza
Me la construyeron puritana e inteligente
Buena para la cocina y muy decente
Tan irreal que existiria en mi mente y nada mas
Pero insisto en compararla con ella
Ayudame Freud
Si usa la falda muy corta habra un problema
Pues la chica en mi cabeza es de otro esquema
Si se le ocurre una idea
Habrá que ver que dice ella
Y se siente como la mierda
Ayudame Freud
Sera doctor
Que esto me pasa solo a mi
O a todo el mundo
Y el doctor me contesto
No hay quien se salve de este asunto
Lyrics translation
Good afternoon, doctor.
Good afternoon, go ahead
Yes, on the sofa please
Get comfortable, lie down, if you're going to think you've been a bird that's been caged
Throughout his life
And that today is about to open that door
The door of that cage
Come on, with confidence
Tell me what's wrong with you
She lives with me in my unconscious
She owns my past and my present
His abode is my lack of security
And your food my anxiety
Help Me Freud
She steps every step of me
Drink the wine next to me and from the same glass
She's the perfect woman I built mama
And it's fucking my psychology, help me Freud
Sera doctor
That straitjacket
Still tying my sanity
That my complexes still do not change their seam
Or will it be that the woman I built mama
He is very tall
Sera doctor
That I ask a lot or that I settle for little
That I'm still sane or I'm totally crazy
Or life is nothing else
That a bunch of cravings
And the one who pays for the broken dishes, it's always her
The de a deveras
The one who takes care of me
The one that kept me warm on my nights so cold
The one waiting for me
The one that holds me
The enemy of the Ghost in my head
I was built puritanical and intelligent
Good for the kitchen and very decent
So unreal that it would exist in my mind and nothing else
But I insist on comparing it to her
Help Me Freud
If you wear the skirt too short there will be a problem
Well, the girl in my head is from another scheme.
If you come up with an idea
You'll have to see what she says
And it feels like shit
Help Me Freud
Sera doctor
That this only happens to me
Or everyone
And the doctor answered me
There is no one who is saved from this matter