RIcardo Arjona..plz tell me the meaning of this song...plz.....:)

Artist: Ricardo Arjona
Album: Historias
Song: Ayudame freud



"Buenas tardes doctor"
"Buenas tardes
Adelante...
Si, en el sofa por favor
Ponte Comodo
Recuestate, si
Vas a pensar que has sido un ave que ha estado enjaulada
Durante toda su vida
Y que hoy esta a punto de abrir esa puerta
La puerta de esa jaula
Vamos, con confianza
Cuentame que te pasa"

Ella vive conmigo en mi inconsciente
Ella es dueña de mi pasado y mi presente
Su morada es mi falta de seguridad
Y su comida mi ansiedad
Ayudame Freud
Ella pisa cada uno de mis pasos
Bebe el vino junto a mi en el mismo vaso
Ella es la mujer perfecta que me construyo mama
Y esta jodiendo mi psicologia
Ayudame Freud
Sera doctor
Que el chaleco de fuerza
Aun sigue atando mi cordura
Que mis complejos aun no razgan su costura
O sera que la mujer que me construyo mama
Es muy grande de estatura
Sera doctor
Que pido mucho o me conformo con poco
Que sigo cuerdo o estoy totalmente loco
O sera que la vida no es otra cosa
Que un racimo de antojos
Y la que paga los platos rotos
Siempre es ella
La de a deveras
La que me cuida
La que me entibia mis noches de tanto frio
La que me espera
La que me aguanta
La enemiga del fantasma en mi cabeza
Me la construyeron puritana e inteligente
Buena para la cocina y muy decente
Tan irreal que existiria en mi mente y nada mas
Pero insisto en compararla con ella
Ayudame Freud
Si usa la falda muy corta habra un problema
Pues la chica en mi cabeza es de otro esquema
Si se le ocurre una idea
Habra que ver que dice ella
Y se siente como la mierda
Ayudame Freud
Sera doctor
Que el chaleco de fuerza aún sigue atando mi coordura
Que mis complejos aún no razgan su costura
O será que la mujer que me construyó mamá
Es de muy grande estatura
Sera doctor
Que pido mucho o me conformo con poco
Que sigo cuerdo o estoy totalmente loco
O será que la vida no es otra cosa
Que un racimo de antojos
Y la que paga los platos rotos siempre es ella
La de a deveras
La que me cuida
La que me entibia mis noches de tanto frio
La que me espera
La que me aguanta
La enemiga del fantasma en mi cabeza
Sera doctor
Que esto me pasa solo a mi
O a todo el mundo
Y el doctor me contesto
No hay quien se salve de este asunto...

here you go! It's not the best translation ever but I atleast made it somewhat accurate. It may not make much sense, but as it is, the song doens't make much sense in spanish either. Still, it is a great song!

Oh! btw... where you see "...." that means I couldnt translate what ought to be there......

"Good evening doctor"
"Good evening
please come in...
yes, on the sofa please
make yourself comfortable
lay down, yes
you'll think that you've been a caged bird
for all your life
and that today is about to open that door
that cage's door
come on, trust me
tell me what happens"

She lives with me in my subcounscious
She is the owner of my past and my present
Her home is my lack of security
and her food my anxiety
Help me Freud
She steps on everyone of my steps
She drinks wine beside me on the same glass
She's the perfect woman mother built for me
And she's fu**ing my psichology
Help me Freud
Could it be doctor
That the.........
Is still
That my complexes cant tear its...
Or could it be that the woman mother built for me
Is of great height
Could it be doctor
That I ask for too much or that I with too little
That I'm sane or completely mad
Or could it be that life isn't anything but
A
And the one who pays for the broken dishes
Is always her
The real one
The one who cares for me
The one who warms me up on cold nights
The one who waits for me
The one who puts up with me
The enemy of the gohst inside my head
She was built for me so pure and intelligent
Good for cooking and very decent
So unreal that she'll only exist inside my mind
but I insist in comparing her with her
Help me Freud
If she uses a short skirt there'll be a problem
For the girl in my head is of another league
If she has an idea
We'll have to see what she has to say
And it feels like sh*t
Could it be doctor
That the.....still restrains my sanity
That my complexes cant tear its....
Or could it be that the woman mother built for me
Is of great height
Could it be doctor
That I ask for too much or that I with too little
That I'm sane or completely mad
Or could it be that life isn't anything but
A
And the one who pays for the broken dishes
Is always her
The real one
The one who cares for me
The one who warms me up on cold nights
The one who waits for me
The one who puts up with me
The enemy of the gohst inside my head
Could it be doctor
that this only happens to me
or does it happen to everyone
And the doctor did not answer me
There is no one who can be saved from this

Que el chaleco de fuerza
Aun sigue atando mi cordura
Que mis complejos aun no razgan su costura


and that straight jacket
is still tying my sanity
That my complexes have not even ripped their seams


rasgan - they tear (rip or be torn violently)
cordura - sanity
costura - seams



Freud - Sigmund Freud Sigmund Freud - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

psychiatrist best known for his theories of the unconscious mind, especially involving the mechanism of repression; his redefinition of sexual desire as mobile and directed towards a wide variety of objects

IMO

Th song is about his mother - and the unconscious mind comparing every woman to her... and that no woman has been or is good enough to be "like" his mother. And that is really messes with his head.

DEEP song.