Erik, Peter y Jan - Alberto Cortez

Miscellaneous

Eric, Peter Y Jan

Eric, Peter y Jan son tres cretinos

Que juegan sin cesar con mi paciencia.

Adorables los tres, mis tres sobrinos.

Graciosos chantajistas con licencia.

Eric, Peter y Jan son tres sabuesos

Que siempre van detrás de algún espía.

Bulliciosos, alegres y traviesos

En su mundo sutil de fantasía.

Eric, Peter y Jan son millonarios

Que llevan su tesoro en el bolsillo:

Lagartijas de todos los tamaños

Y ranas y canicas a porrillo.

Hay que ver cómo escuchan enseguida

Un «tilín» familiar y callejero,

Entonces se produce la estampida,

Los tres se van detrás del heladero.

Eric, Peter y Jan, en cuanto llego,

Entre los tres desarman mi equipaje,

Ellos saben que hay cosas para ellos,

Se mueren por saber lo que les traje.

Eric, Peter y Jan son de esos críos

Que nadie los retiene en un silla,

Que se bañan desnudos en el río,

Que siempre se lastiman las rodillas.

Eric, Peter y Jan son tres razones

Para recuperar el buen sentido;

No tenemos derecho los mayores

A dejarles un mundo destruido.

Mas si todos los hombres del planeta

Cerráramos la puerta al egoísmo,

Eric, Peter y Jan, en bicicleta

Jugarían muy lejos del abismo.

Eric, Peter y Jan, mis tres sobrinos,

No importa que me gasten la paciencia,

Porque son adorables los cretinos,

Graciosos chantajistas con licencia.

Miscellaneous

Eric, Peter and Jan

Eric, Peter and Jan are three jerks

Who endlessly play with my patience.

Adorable all three, my three nephews.

Funny licensed blackmailers.

Eric, Peter and Jan are three bloodhounds

That they are always after some spy.

Boisterous, happy and mischievous

In his subtle world of fantasy.

Eric, Peter and Jan are millionaires

Who carry their treasure in their pocket:

Lizards of all sizes

And frogs and marbles by the ball.

You have to see how they listen right away

A familiar and street “ding”,

Then the stampede occurs,

The three of them go behind the ice cream man.

Eric, Peter and Jan, as soon as I arrive,

Between the three of them they unpack my luggage,

They know that there are things for them,

They're dying to know what I brought them.

Eric, Peter and Jan are one of those kids

That no one holds them in a chair,

Who bathe naked in the river,

That they always hurt their knees.

Eric, Peter and Jan are three reasons

To regain good sense;

We older people don't have the right

To leave them a destroyed world.

But if all men on the planet

We closed the door to selfishness,

Eric, Peter and Jan, by bike

They would play far from the abyss.

Eric, Peter and Jan, my three nephews,

It does not matter that they wear out my patience,

Because cretins are adorable

Funny licensed blackmailers.