Lyrics of Eric, Peter y Jan - Alberto Cortez

Eric, Peter y Jan (original)

Miscellaneous
Eric, Peter Y Jan
Eric, Peter y Jan son tres cretinos
Que juegan sin cesar con mi paciencia.
Adorables los tres, mis tres sobrinos.
Graciosos chantajistas con licencia.
Eric, Peter y Jan son tres sabuesos
Que siempre van detrás de algún espía.
Bulliciosos, alegres y traviesos
En su mundo sutil de fantasía.
Eric, Peter y Jan son millonarios
Que llevan su tesoro en el bolsillo:
Lagartijas de todos los tamaños
Y ranas y canicas a porrillo.
Hay que ver cómo escuchan enseguida
Un «tilín» familiar y callejero,
Entonces se produce la estampida,
Los tres se van detrás del heladero.
Eric, Peter y Jan, en cuanto llego,
Entre los tres desarman mi equipaje,
Ellos saben que hay cosas para ellos,
Se mueren por saber lo que les traje.
Eric, Peter y Jan son de esos críos
Que nadie los retiene en un silla,
Que se bañan desnudos en el río,
Que siempre se lastiman las rodillas.
Eric, Peter y Jan son tres razones
Para recuperar el buen sentido;
No tenemos derecho los mayores
A dejarles un mundo destruido.
Mas si todos los hombres del planeta
Cerráramos la puerta al egoísmo,
Eric, Peter y Jan, en bicicleta
Jugarían muy lejos del abismo.
Eric, Peter y Jan, mis tres sobrinos,
No importa que me gasten la paciencia,
Porque son adorables los cretinos,
Graciosos chantajistas con licencia.

(translation)

Miscellaneous
Eric, Peter and Jan
Eric, Peter and Jan are three jerks
Who endlessly play with my patience.
Adorable all three, my three nephews.
Funny licensed blackmailers.
Eric, Peter and Jan are three bloodhounds
That they are always after some spy.
Boisterous, happy and mischievous
In his subtle world of fantasy.
Eric, Peter and Jan are millionaires
Who carry their treasure in their pocket:
Lizards of all sizes
And frogs and marbles by the ball.
You have to see how they listen right away
A familiar and street “ding”,
Then the stampede occurs,
The three of them go behind the ice cream man.
Eric, Peter and Jan, as soon as I arrive,
Between the three of them they unpack my luggage,
They know that there are things for them,
They're dying to know what I brought them.
Eric, Peter and Jan are one of those kids
That no one holds them in a chair,
Who bathe naked in the river,
That they always hurt their knees.
Eric, Peter and Jan are three reasons
To regain good sense;
We older people don't have the right
To leave them a destroyed world.
But if all men on the planet
We closed the door to selfishness,
Eric, Peter and Jan, by bike
They would play far from the abyss.
Eric, Peter and Jan, my three nephews,
It does not matter that they wear out my patience,
Because cretins are adorable
Funny licensed blackmailers.