Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Tren de la Alegría, artist - Paté de Fuá. Date of issue: 29.02.2012
Song language: Spanish
El Tren de la Alegría(original) |
| 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 |
| (translation) |
| 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 |