Yo Quiero Ser Bombero - Alberto Cortez

El padre asegura, será un ingeniero

La madre pretende que sea doctor

Las tías quisieran que fuera banquero

Un hombre de mundo, un gran seductor

La abuela sugiere que aprenda un oficio

Para que la vida se pueda ganar

En tanto el abuelo augura que el niño

Se pondrá las botas, será militar

Desde su galaxia el niño ya sabe

Que cuando sea grande tendrá que ceder

Pero, mientras tanto, él tiene la llave

Del eterno sueño de ser o no ser

Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero

Bombero, bombero, porque es mi voluntad

Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero

Que nadie se meta con mi identidad

El niño es un joven que acepta el legado

Ya le abre sus puertas la universidad

Al cabo de un tiempo es un gran abogado

Y al cabo de un otro, también es papá

El hijo conjuga futuro y pasado

En las opiniones de lo que será

Los padres y abuelos ya lo han programado

Y rueda la rueda y siempre es igual

Desde su galaxia el niño ya sabe

Que cuando sea grande tendrá que aprender

A ser como todos y a tirar la llave

Del eterno sueño de ser o no ser.

Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero

Bombero, bombero, porque es mi voluntad

Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero

Que nadie se meta con mi identidad

Al fin de los tiempos, el niño es un viejo

Sentado a la sombra de su realidad

Y desde la infancia, como en un espejo

Desfilan las cosas que ya no serán

La casa paterna, juguetes y amigos

Y aquel despilfarro de la libertad

Se van poco a poco quedando dormidos

En los largos brazos de la soledad

El viejo se apaga y vuelve a su mente

El niño soñando, con ser o no ser

Cerrando los ojos se va lentamente

Cantando bajito por última vez:

Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero

Bombero, bombero, porque es mi voluntad

Bombero, bombero, yo quiero ser bombero

Que nadie se meta con mi identidad

The father assures, he will be an engineer

The mother pretends that he is a doctor

The aunts want him to be a banker

A man of the world, a great seducer

Grandma suggests that she learn a trade

So that life can be won

While the grandfather predicts that the child

He will put on the boots, he will be military

From his galaxy of him the child already knows

That when he grows up he will have to give in

But meanwhile he has the key

Of the eternal dream of being or not being

Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter

Firefighter, firefighter, because it is my will

Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter

Nobody mess with my identity

The child is a young man who accepts the legacy

He already opens its doors to the university

After a while he's a great lawyer

And after another, he is also a father

The son conjugates future and past

In the opinions of what he will be

Parents and grandparents have already programmed it

And he rolls the wheel and it's always the same

From his galaxy of him the child already knows

That when he grows up he will have to learn

To be like everyone and to throw away the key

Of the eternal dream of being or not being.

Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter

Firefighter, firefighter, because it is my will

Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter

Nobody mess with my identity

At the end of time, the child is an old man

Sitting in the shadow of your reality

And from childhood, like in a mirror

Parade the things that will no longer be

The father's house, toys and friends

And that waste of freedom

They gradually fall asleep

In the long arms of loneliness

The old man goes out and returns to his mind

The child dreaming, to be or not to be

Closing his eyes he slowly leaves

Singing softly for the last time:

Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter

Firefighter, firefighter, because it is my will

Firefighter, firefighter, I want to be a firefighter

Nobody mess with my identity