The Boxer Songtext
von Cecilia

Voy a cantar una canción de Simon y Garfunkel que se llama "The Boxer"
Que mucha gente dice que es la historia
De la vida de Simon en Nueva York
Pero él decía que no

I am just a poor boy, though my story′s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears
What he wants to hear and disregards the rest

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Going to the places only they would know

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na


Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na

Well, I′m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone, I'm going home
Here where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me, I′m going home

Well, in a clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder
Of every glove that cut him down or hit him until he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains


Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na