Below is the lyrics of the song El ritmo del lunes , artist - Andrés Calamaro with translation
Original text with translation
Andrés Calamaro
Pueyrredón y Santa Fe
¿Por qué vereda camina usted?
Pueyrredón y Santa Fe
¿Por qué vereda camina usted?
Me voy a sentar en un bar
A ver la gente pasar
(A ver la gente pasar)
En una mesa los dos poétas
Juntan pedazos de un día falso
Porque de noche recién empieza
La furia que te atraviesa
De los amantes, de ser el martes
Me voy a sentar en un bar
A ver la gente pasar
(A ver la gente pasar)
En el baño los drogados encerrados y en la mesa
Los de barba se confiesan
Porque están de la cabeza
Karatecas cada siete
Sigue un golpe y voy buscando
Ese gran significado
Que la vida a programado, desterrado
Me voy a sentar en un bar
A ver la gente pasar
(A ver la gente pasar)
El ritmo del lunes
Ya no camina
Está sentado esperando el día
Pridiones de la tinta, de la noche
Ambulatorios de sexo y derroche
Pero esta noche, puedo aprender
Ella lee una novela
Que no alcanzo a distinguir
Se levanta y recoje del suelo
Mi confesión
Pueyrredón y Santa Fe
¿Por qué vereda camina usted?
Pueyrredón y Santa Fe
¿Por qué vereda camina usted?
Pueyrredon and Santa Fe
What path do you walk?
Pueyrredon and Santa Fe
What path do you walk?
I'm going to sit in a bar
To see the people go by
(To see the people go by)
At a table the two poets
They put together pieces of a false day
Because at night it just begins
The fury that runs through you
Of lovers, of being Tuesday
I'm going to sit in a bar
To see the people go by
(To see the people go by)
In the bathroom the drugged locked up and on the table
The bearded ones confess
because they are in the head
Karate fighters every seven
Follow a blow and I go looking
that great meaning
That life has programmed, banished
I'm going to sit in a bar
To see the people go by
(To see the people go by)
monday rhythm
no longer walk
He's sitting waiting for the day
Pridions of the ink, of the night
Outpatient sex and waste
But tonight, I can learn
she reads a novel
that I cannot distinguish
He gets up and picks himself up from the ground
My confession
Pueyrredon and Santa Fe
What path do you walk?
Pueyrredon and Santa Fe
What path do you walk?
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