Napoleón
Yo lo vi cruzando calles
bajo lluvia y bajo sol
se llamaba Pedro Ovalles
le decían Napoleón
Napoleón, Napoleón
Andaba en zapatos rotos
y su botella de ron
dolorosamente manso
el hombre se le marchó
a Napoleón, a Napoleón
Y un día, por orden presidencial
recogieron a todo
el que vivía en su casa
pantalón, saco roto
Napoleón y le lavaron la cara
mas Napoleón,
nunca cambió
Pueden lavarle la piel
que el corazón le queda igual
porque una estrella al caer
nunca jamás se puede elevar
Así filosofaba Napoleón
con la cabeza baja Napoleón
El hombre se le marchó
dolorosamente manso
Napoleón
Los que buscan su locura
en lo sucio de la oreja
y en lo roto del zapato
no saben que diariamente
nacen miles Napoleón
los pare la sociedad
No digan que los pare el hombre
Los que buscan su locura
en las costras de su piel
y en su cama de papel
donde va guardando sueños
quien lo hace así
busca evadir el problema
la sociedad no se lava
se destruye o se construye
pero según quien lo haga
Teniendo las piernas buenas
caminaba de rodillas
porque cuando se fue de bruces
se apoyó en la botella
era tan debil que a su
último enemigo
el también lo perdonó
se llama Pedro Ovalles
le decían Napoleón
Napoleon
I saw him crossing streets
under rain and under sun
his name was Pedro Ovalles
they called him Napoleon
Napoleon, Napoleon
He walked in worn-out shoes
and his bottle of rum
painfully gentle
the man left him
Napoleon, Napoleon
And one day, by presidential order
they picked up everyone
who lived in his house
pants, torn jacket
Napoleon and they washed his face
but Napoleon,
never changed
They can wash his skin
but his heart remains the same
because a fallen star
can never rise again
That's how Napoleon philosophized
with his head down Napoleon
The man left him
painfully gentle
Napoleon
Those who seek his madness
in the dirt of the ear
and in the worn-out shoe
they don't know that daily
thousands of Napoleons are born
society may stop them
Don't say that man stops them
Those who seek his madness
in the scabs of his skin
and in his paper bed
where he keeps dreams
who does it like this
seeks to evade the problem
society doesn't wash itself
it destroys or builds
but depending on who does it
Having good legs
he walked on his knees
because when he fell face down
he leaned on the bottle
he was so weak that to his
last enemy
he also forgave him
his name is Pedro Ovalles
they called him Napoleon