Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg
He's got 9 brothers and sisters
they're brought up on their knees
it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs
Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man
but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard
He's going to end up, on the dirty boulevard
he's going out, to the dirty boulevard
He's going down, to the dirty boulevard
This room cost 2,000 dollars a month
you can believe it man it's true
somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants
No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything
they dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard
Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em
that's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death
and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard
Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard
going out, to the dirty boulevard
He's going down, on the dirty boulevard
going out
Outside it's a bright night
there's an opera at Lincoln Center
movie stars arrive by limousine
The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan
but the lights are out on the Mean Streets
A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel
he's selling plastic roses for a buck
The traffic's backed up to 39th street
the TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck
And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming
he's found a book on magic in a garbage can
He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling
'At the count of 3' he says, 'I hope I can disappear'
And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard
I want to fly away
I want to fly
Fly, fly away
I want to fly
Fly-fly away (Fly a-)
fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...)
Fly-fly away (I want to fly-fly away)
fly away (I want to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away)
TRADUCCIÓN Lou Reed - Dirty Boulevard - YouTube
Pedro vive fuera del hotel Wilshire
mira por una ventana sin vidrio
Las paredes están hechas de cartón, periódicos en los pies
su padre lo golpea porque él está demasiado cansado para mendigar
Tiene nueve hermanos y hermanas
son educados en sus rodillas
es difícil correr cuando una percha te golpea en los muslos
Pedro sueña con ser mayor y matar al hombre viejo
pero eso es una pequeña posibilidad de que él va a la avenida
Él va a terminar, en el bulevar sucio
que él está saliendo, de la avenida sucia
Él va hacia abajo, de la avenida sucia
Esta habitación cuesta 2.000 dólares al mes
usted puede creer que el hombre es verdad
en algún lugar un propietario se está riendo hasta que se orina en los pantalones
Aquí nadie sueña con ser un doctor o un abogado o cualquier otra cosa
sueñan con la negociación por el sucio bulevar
que ha encontrado un libro de magia en un tacho de basura
Mira las fotos y mira al techo agrietado
"A la cuenta de tres", dice, "Espero que pueda desaparecer"
Y volar volar, de este bulevar sucio
Quiero volar, de sucio boulevard
Quiero volar, de sucio boulevard
Quiero volar-fly-fly-fly, de sucio boulevard
Quiero volar
Quiero volar
Vuela, vuela lejos
Quiero volar
Fly-volar (Fly-a)
fly-fly-fly (vías, ooohhh ...)
Fly-Fly Away (Quiero volar, volar)
fly away (Quiero volar, wow-Woh, no, volar)/