I was there, at Loquillo's concert, last Sunday. The song is a version of a poem that has always been a favorite of mine, especially as you can see a fragment of it at the Universidad Complutense subway station. True enough, it's probably not the best thing to read at birthdays, but still great in a depressing kind of way...
NO VOLVERÉ A SER JOVEN
Que la vida iba en serio
uno lo empieza a comprender más tarde
-como todos los jóvenes, yo vine
a llevarme la vida por delante.
Dejar huella quería
y marcharme entre aplausos
-envejecer, morir, eran tan sólo
las dimensiones del teatro.
Pero ha pasado el tiempo
y la verdad desagradable asoma:
es el único argumento de la obra.
-- Jaime Gil de Biedma.
(and here, a chance to use my translating wheels)
WON’T BE YOUNG ANYMORE
Life was in earnest –
one realizes that only later.
As with all the youngsters, I came
to take life by storm.
I wanted to leave my mark
and leave with an ovation
– to age, to die, were only
the dimensions of the theatre.
But time has gone by
and the ugly truth begins to show:
to age, to die,
is the only plot of the play.