Relato de un Error - Nacho Vegas

Esta es la historia de Nel Felgueroso San Pedro-Camín

También llamada la historia de un trágico error

Son tres partes de tristeza por una de euforia

Donde tendría que haber cuatro partes de amor

Nel regresó un día a casa, hizo las maletas, dijo a su mujer:

«Se ha terminado, lo siento, no tengo otra opción

En todos los hogares hay bombas por explotar

Y el nuestro, amiga mía, no iba a ser la excepción.»

Así pues, aquí está Nel con otra mujer más joven que él

Es muy hermosa y modelo de profesión

Rica y tonta y de familia ultracatólica;

Nel se mudó a su casa en la Puerta del Sol

Pero pasan los meses y ella comprende mirando a Nel

Que hombres hay tantos como pactos y algunos mejores que él

Lo abandonó por su profesor griego de badminton;

Nel se quedó triste, solo y sediento de amor

Y regresó a su piso allá en Norteña

Pero ya no estaba ella

Solamente un par de medias

Conservando intacto ese dulce olor

Que sin piedad le evocaba aquel trágico error

Ay, Nel…

Nel se encontraba en su piso vacío y temblaba de frío y dolor

Sale al balcón y la noche tiene algo brutal

Mira con cara de bobo y gesto apologético

Hacia una luna que le sonreirá

Ahora se pasa los días en el aeropuerto que hay en Ranón

Bebiendo orujo enfrente de la Puerta A

Mira los horarios en un panel electrónico;

Jura que en un vuelo de esos ella volverá

Pero pasan los meses y ella no vuelve y él dice que

Sin duda no hay cobertura allá dondequiera que esté

Jura en voz alta «¡jamás volveré a equivocarme así!

Palabra de Felgueroso San Pedro-Camín»

Y pasan los meses y ella no vuelve se dice que

Nel se sumió en la locura y así se fue echando a perder

Su vida entera, como una canción tragicómica

Que suena y es muy difícil hacerla parar

Muy, muy difícil hacerla parar

This is the story of Nel Felgueroso San Pedro-Camín

Also called the story of a tragic mistake

It's three parts of sadness for one of euphoria

Where there should be four parts of love

Nel returned home one day, packed his bags, told his wife about him:

"He is over, I'm sorry I have no choice

In every home there are bombs about to explode

And ours, my friend, was not going to be the exception.»

So, here is Nel with another woman younger than him.

She is very beautiful and model by profession

Rich and dumb and from an ultra-Catholic family;

Nel moved into his house in Puerta del Sol

But the months go by and she understands looking at Nel

That there are as many men as pacts and some better than him

He dumped him for his Greek badminton teacher;

Nel was left sad, alone and thirsty for love

And he returned to his apartment there in Norteña

But she was no longer there

Just a pair of stockings

Keeping that sweet smell intact

That mercilessly evoked that tragic mistake

Oh, Nell...

Nel was in her apartment empty of him and was trembling with cold and pain.

He goes out to the balcony and the night has something brutal

Look with a goofy face and an apologetic gesture

Towards a moon that will smile at you

Now he spends his days at the airport in Ranón

Drinking pomace in front of Gate A

See the schedules on an electronic panel;

He swears that in one of those flights she will return

But the months go by and she doesn't come back and he says that

Definitely no coverage there wherever you are

He swears out loud "I'll never make a mistake like that again!"

Word of Felgueroso San Pedro-Camín»

And the months go by and she doesn't come back, it is said that

Nel plunged into madness and thus was spoiling

His whole life of her, like a tragicomic song

It sounds and it is very difficult to make it stop

Very, very hard to make her stop