Cada una de tus cosas
Mirando el río una rumbita te escribí
mientras te esperaba,
con el pechito inquieto y alegre,
y un andar de no ser de acá.
De aquí no me moví de tu vértigo mío,
de tu sonrisa vertical, que misteriosa es una rosa de Hiroshima
y la rumba que hay.
La rumba se ríe, no sabe si es rumba,
será un momento nada más,
de eternidad, de esos que me das.
Todos los días, todos los segundos
infinitamente, la alegría de vivir,
el sentido que da la vida vivir contigo.
En el cielo, en el suelo, en cada una de tus cosas,
En el cielo, en el suelo, en cada una de tus cosas
Each one of your things
Looking at the river, I wrote you a little song
while I was waiting for you,
with a restless and joyful little heart,
and a way of not being from here.
I didn't move from your vertigo of mine,
from your vertical smile, which is mysterious like a rose from Hiroshima
and the party that exists.
The party laughs, it doesn't know if it's a party,
it will be just a moment,
of eternity, of those that you give me.
Every day, every second
infinitely, the joy of living,
the meaning that life gives living with you.
In the sky, on the ground, in each one of your things,
In the sky, on the ground, in each one of your things
Escrita por: Andrés Calamaro