Fuera del Muro

1968 Pulitzer Prize; Rocco Morabito, Jacksonville Journal


All alone, or in two's,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall,
After all it's not easy
Banging your heart
against some mad bugger's wall.

Completamente solos, o de dos en dos
Los que realmente te aman
Caminan arriba y abajo, fuera del muro
Algunos de la mano
Otros juntándose en bandas
Los románticos y los artistas
se hacen fuertes.
Y cuando te han dado todo lo suyo
Algunos se tambalean y caen
Después de todo, no es fácil
Golpearse el corazón
contra el muro de algún tío loco.

The Wall

Hey you,
Out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me?
Hey you,
Standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile,
Can you feel me?
Hey you,
Don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you,
Out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone,
Would you touch me?
Hey you,
With your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out,
Would you touch me?
Hey you,
Would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high, as you can see.
No matter how he tried he could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you,
Out there on the road,
Always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you,
Out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you,
Don't tell me there's no hope at all.
Together we stand, divided we fall.