El Tren de la Alegría - Paté de Fuá

Viejo tren de la alegria

Solo te miro pasar

Poco se de fantasia

Nada de felicidad

Viejo tren de la alegria

Quien supiera a donde vas

Por mas que anhelen tus vagones

En ellos ya no hay razon

Ni para mi un lugar

Del tren de la alegria

Jamas fui pasajero

Si aveces yo lo espero

Es para contemplar

Su estampa de lucero

Que pasa y me imagino

Feliz en el camino de

Su eterno carnaval

No se cual es su prisa

Ni que sentido tiene

No se de donde viene

Ni se hacia donde va

Tan solo se que son felices

Aquellos que abordo están

Mientras los demas marchamos detras

Como grises payasos de arrabal

Aquella madrugada

Al verlo en una esquina

Lo veo entre la neblina

Treparme a su vagon

Y con el alma en ruina

Y finos maquillajes

Aquellos personajes

No eran mas que una ilusión

Parado y sin boleto

Mirando extrañamente

A toda aquella gente

Inmobil me quede

Y al ver la estacion siguiente

Sin nada que hacer baje

Con desilucion

Y desde el anden

Pude ver alejarse al falso tren

Viejo tren de la alegria

Solo te miro pasar

Poco se de fantasia

Nada de felicidad

Viejo tren de la alegria

Quien supiera a donde vas

Por mas que anhelen tus vagones

En ellos ya no hay razon

Ni para mi un lugar

Old train of joy

I just watch you go by

I know little about fantasy

no happiness

Old train of joy

who knows where you're going

As much as your wagons yearn

In them there is no reason

Nor for me a place

From the train of joy

I was never a passenger

Yes sometimes I wait for it

is to behold

Your stamp of star

What happens and I imagine

happy on the way

Your eternal carnival

I don't know what your rush is

nor what sense does it make

I don't know where it comes from

I don't know where it's going

I only know that they are happy

Those on board are

While the rest of us march behind

Like gray suburban clowns

that morning

Seeing him in a corner

I see it through the mist

climb on his wagon

And with the soul in ruin

and fine makeup

those characters

They were nothing more than an illusion

Standing and without a ticket

looking strange

to all those people

Real estate I stay

And when you see the next station

With nothing to do go down

with disappointment

and from the platform

I could see the fake train go away

Old train of joy

I just watch you go by

I know little about fantasy

no happiness

Old train of joy

who knows where you're going

As much as your wagons yearn

In them there is no reason

Nor for me a place