Letras de The Buckled Bicycle - John Williamson

The Buckled Bicycle (original)

Bill you were a friend of mine
A gentleman indeed
On your two wheeled steed
Did you ever cry?
Did you laugh at our pettiness
With your pump and tyre tight
You left us with a bump in the night
Bill was hard to understand
A language of his own
A man so much alone, no family
He was on to something
His joy was plain to see
I wish he could have passed it on to me
Bill had no funeral
He’s just a ghost today
His pump was his tombstone
They threw his Buckled Bicycle away
The little town closed ranks
The constable was wise
The driver drowns his sorrows
When he turns out the light
He still hears the bump in the night
Drink another brandy boys
And pour another beer
After all he was a simpleton
Was he really here?
Plant him in the limestone
With his little bag of gear
Keep his pump, that’s okay
Just throw his Buckled Bicycle away
A vivid boyhood memory
I can’t forget the day
This will be his epitaph
They threw his Buckled Bicycle away

(traducción)

Bill, eras un amigo mío
Un caballero de verdad
En tu corcel de dos ruedas
¿Alguna vez lloraste?
¿Te reíste de nuestras mezquindades?
Con su bomba y llanta apretada
Nos dejaste con un bache en la noche
Bill era difícil de entender
Un lenguaje propio
Un hombre tan solo, sin familia
Él estaba en algo
Su alegría era fácil de ver
Ojalá me lo hubiera pasado
Bill no tuvo funeral
Él es solo un fantasma hoy
Su bomba fue su lápida
Tiraron su bicicleta abrochada
El pueblito cerró filas
El alguacil era sabio
El chofer ahoga sus penas
Cuando él apaga la luz
Todavía escucha el golpe en la noche
Beban otro brandy chicos
Y vierte otra cerveza
Después de todo, él era un simpleton
¿Estaba realmente aquí?
Plántalo en la piedra caliza
Con su pequeña bolsa de equipo
Mantenga su bomba, está bien
Solo tira su bicicleta abrochada
Un recuerdo vívido de la infancia
no puedo olvidar el dia
Este será su epitafio
Tiraron su bicicleta abrochada