Pájaros En La Cabeza - Ismael Serrano

Miraba a la ventana y soñaba con ser un astronauta pisando la luna

Y el cielo lo cruzaban galeones, delfines, cometas, faluas

Y en la pizarra el profesor dictaba los teoremas

En su cabeza sonaba el canto de un gorrión, pajaros en la cabeza

Salia siempre tarde castigado por no estar nunca donde debiera

Y en casa le esperaban el tedio y la comida servida en la mesa

De fondo el rumor de un televisor y madre suspirando

«¿Dónde andas hijo mio?

Siempre en las nubes,» y nadie escucha el telediario

Pajaros en la cabeza y volar

A donde las ventanas siempre estan abiertas

Donde el humo de tus pasos nos enseña a vivir

Pajaros en la cabeza y soñar

Que aun contaré relampagos contigo

Aunque el tiempo y la arena escondan el camino hasta ti

El tiempo pasó y todos crecimos

-bueno, no todos, algunos seguian

Mirando por la ventana y sobrevolando

La moqueta azul de la oficina

En el trabajo aun se perdia

En las selva de sus sueños

Y un grito le nombraba, le arañaba

Y rompia el dulce sortilegio

Madre aun seguia sirviendo la sopa

«¿Cuando sentaras la cabeza?

Un dia la abriremos y bandadas de cotorras

Escaparan de ella»

Él sonreia sin dejar

De mirar por la ventana

Soñando mundos mejores

Lluvias que caian sobre parejas que se amaban

Claveles en los fusiles

Barcos que sueltan amarras

Luces de faros, besos de mujeres que nunca

Nunca le miraban

Pajaros en la cabeza y volar

A donde las ventanas siempre estan abiertas

Donde el humo de tus pasos nos enseña a vivir

Pajaros en la cabeza y soñar

Que aun contaré relampagos contigo

Aunque el tiempo y la arena escondan el camino hasta ti

Una mañana de enero nuestro hombre

Se subió a lo alto de la Torre España

Para ver si al morder el azul gris del cielo

Los pajaros callaban

Mirando absorto la ciudad

Ni el rumor de su pecho escuchaba

Ni a madre, ni al televisor, ni a la oficina

Sólo un lejano batir de alas

Cuando nos quisimos dar cuenta

Nuestro chico habia desaparecido

Nadie en lo alto de la torre lo vio abandonar

La sombra gris del edificio

Nadie lo vio caer al suelo

Nadie oyó sus carcajadas

Sólo el sonido de cien pajaros -o alguno mas-

Escapando de sus jaulas

Nada se supo de este soñador

Del canto de sus aves

Hasta que llegaron cartas, retazos de sus alas

En forma de postales

Pajaros en la cabeza y volar

A donde las ventanas siempre estan abiertas

Donde el humo de tus pasos nos enseña a vivir

Pajaros en la cabeza y soñar

Que aun contaré relampagos contigo

Aunque el tiempo y la arena escondan el camino hasta ti

Pajaros en la cabeza y volar

A donde las ventanas siempre estan abiertas

Donde el humo de tus pasos nos enseña a vivir

I looked out the window and dreamed of being an astronaut stepping on the moon

And the sky was crossed by galleons, dolphins, kites, feluccas

And on the blackboard the teacher dictated the theorems

In his head the song of a sparrow sounded, birds in the head

He always went out late punished for never being where he should

And at home, boredom and food served on the table awaited him

In the background the noise of a television and mother sighing

«Where are you my son?

Always in the clouds," and no one listens to the news

Birds in the head and fly

To where the windows are always open

Where the smoke of your steps teaches us to live

Birds in the head and dream

That I will still count lightning bolts with you

Although time and sand hide the way to you

Time passed and we all grew up

-well, not all, some were still

Looking out the window and flying over

The blue carpet in the office

At work he still got lost

In the jungle of your dreams

And a scream named him, he scratched him

And he broke the sweet spell

Mother was still serving the soup

"When will you settle down?

One day we will open it and flocks of parrots

They will escape from it»

He smiled without leaving

of looking out the window

dreaming of better worlds

Rains that fell on couples who loved each other

Carnations in the guns

Ships releasing moorings

Headlight lights, kisses from women who never

They never looked at him

Birds in the head and fly

To where the windows are always open

Where the smoke of your steps teaches us to live

Birds in the head and dream

That I will still count lightning bolts with you

Although time and sand hide the way to you

One January morning our man

He climbed to the top of the Torre España

To see if when biting the gray blue of the sky

the birds were silent

Gazing at the city

He didn't even listen to the rumor of his chest

Neither to mother, nor to the television, nor to the office

Just a distant flapping of wings

When we wanted to realize

Our boy had disappeared

No one at the top of the tower saw him leave

The gray shadow of the building

No one saw him fall to the ground

No one heard his laugh

Only the sound of a hundred birds -or some more-

escaping from their cages

Nothing was heard of this dreamer

From the song of its birds

Until letters arrived, pieces of their wings

in the form of postcards

Birds in the head and fly

To where the windows are always open

Where the smoke of your steps teaches us to live

Birds in the head and dream

That I will still count lightning bolts with you

Although time and sand hide the way to you

Birds in the head and fly

To where the windows are always open

Where the smoke of your steps teaches us to live