Lyrics of Parábola de Uno Mismo - Alberto Cortez

Parábola de Uno Mismo (original)

Uno va subiendo la vida
De a cuatro los primeros escalones
Tiene todas las luces encendidas
Y el corazón repleto de ilusiones…
Uno va quemando energías
Es joven, tiene fe y está seguro
Soltándole la rienda a su osadía
Llegará sin retrasos el futuro…
Y uno sube, sube, sube
Flotando como un globo en el espacio
Los humos los confunde con las nubes
Subestimando a todos los de abajo…
Y uno sigue, sigue, sigue
Sumando vanaglorias y ambiciones
No sabe en realidad lo que persigue
Y va de distorsión en distorsiones…
Uno es un montón de etiquetas
Es un escaparate, un decorado
Un simple personaje de opereta
Un fruto de consumo consumado…
Uno es una simple herramienta
Que tiran cuando ya cae en desuso
Uno lo sabe, pero no escarmienta
Sigue aferrado a la ilusión que puso…
Y uno piensa, piensa, piensa
Que siempre seguirá en el candelero
Que nunca ha de vaciarse su despensa
Que queda mucha tinta en el tintero…
Y uno sigue, sigue, sigue
Cautivo de su imagen, caminando
El ego desbordado no concibe
Que muchos otros vengan empujando…
Y uno va teniendo evidencias
Ya no recibe flores ni palmadas
Rechaza que empezó su decadencia
Que va por la escalera de bajada…
Uno alza su voz de protesta
Suplica por seguir estando a bordo
Y duda, cuando nadie le contesta
Si se ha quedado mudo o si son sordos…
Si uno baja, baja, baja
No quiere, por orgullo, lamentarse
Que ya no es quien baraja la baraja
Ni se ha guardado un as para jugarse…
Y uno baja, baja, baja
Desciende lentamente hacia el olvido
Hay algo en su balance que no encaja
Lo que ha querido ser y que no ha sido…
Uno queda solo en la mesa
Negando su pasado amargamente
Le cuesta confesar que ha sido presa
De un canto de sirenas permanente…
Y uno es una isla desierta
Un médano en el mar, un espejismo
Empieza por abrir todas las puertas
Y termina a solas con sí mismo…

(translation)

one goes up life
From four the first steps
Got all the lights on
And the heart full of illusions...
One is burning energy
He is young, he has faith and he is sure
Releasing his boldness
He will arrive without delay the future...
And one goes up, up, up
Floating like a balloon in space
The fumes are confused with the clouds
Underestimating everyone below...
And one goes on, on, on
Adding vainglories and ambitions
He doesn't really know what he's after
And he goes from distortion to distortions…
One is a bunch of labels
It is a showcase, a decoration
A simple operetta character
A fruit of consummated consumption…
One is a simple tool
What do they throw away when it falls into disuse?
One knows it, but does not teach
He is still clinging to the illusion that he put...
And you think, think, think
That he will always remain in the spotlight
That your pantry should never be emptied
There is a lot of ink left in the inkwell...
And one goes on, on, on
Captive of his image of him, walking
The overflowing ego does not conceive
May many others come pushing...
And one is having evidence
He no longer receives flowers or pats
Rejects that its decline began
That goes down the stairs...
One raises his voice in protest
Beg to stay on board
And he hesitates, when no one answers him
If he has become mute or if they are deaf...
If one goes down, down, down
He does not want, out of pride, to complain
That he is no longer the one who shuffles the deck
Not even an ace has been saved to be played...
And one goes down, down, down
Slowly descend into oblivion
There is something in your balance that does not fit
What he wanted to be and what he hasn't been...
One is left alone at the table
Denying his past from him bitterly
It is difficult for her to confess that she has been a prisoner
From a permanent sirens song...
And one is a deserted island
A dune in the sea, a mirage
Start by opening all the doors
And he ends up alone with himself...