Va Como Va
Esto se acaba, me dijo con voz de congoja
Al entrar por la puerta
Culos de vaso sus ojos, la lágrima a punto
Y la mirada muerta
Qué te pasa, cantautor, le pregunte
Y entregándome el diario dijo: Lee
Y leí y lloré
Un titular atacaba diciendo que ardía la vieja Lisboa
Y el catalán heterónimo disparato
Me han quemado a Pessoa
Y así va como va
Ya como va
Qué cosas dices, le dije y, mirando al espejo
Siguió con el tema
Ya no soy dos ni soy yo ni soy nadie
Ni Europa resiste a la quema
Y mirándole a las lupas le rogué
Transgaláctico no soy, explícate
Me miro, le miré
Esto se acaba, se acaba, y no hay más que aceptar
Dignamente la ruina
Arde Lisboa, Venecia se hunde y se cae
La capilla Sixtina
Y así va como va, va como va
No hay más patrón ni más ley ni más Dios ni más rey
Que el maldito dinero
Dijo, furioso, mi amigo clavando en la diana
Un disparo certera
No me tomes por idiota, pero es que
No comprendo tu discurso, confesé
Y me hablo, le escuche
Arte, poseía, belleza ¡que extrañas palabras!
¿Serán un conjuro?
Hoy cualquier cerdo es capaz de quemar el Edén
Por cobrar un seguro
Y así ya como va
Go as It Goes
This is ending, he told me with a voice full of sorrow
As he walked through the door
His eyes like glass, tears on the brink
And a dead look in his eyes
What's wrong with you, singer-songwriter, I asked
And handing me the newspaper he said: Read
And I read and cried
A headline attacked saying that old Lisbon was burning
And the Catalan heteronym shot
They've burned Pessoa
And that's how it goes, just how it goes
That's how it goes
What nonsense you're talking, I said, looking in the mirror
He continued with the subject
I'm no longer two, nor am I me, nor is anyone
And Europe can't resist the burning
And looking at him through the magnifying glasses I begged
I'm not transgalactic, explain yourself
I looked at him, he looked at me
This is ending, it's ending, and there's nothing more to do but accept
Dignified ruin
Lisbon burns, Venice sinks and falls
The Sistine Chapel
And that's how it goes, it goes as it goes
There's no more pattern, no more law, no more God, no more king
Than the damn money
He said, furiously, my friend hitting the bullseye
With a precise shot
Don't take me for an idiot, but
I just don't understand your speech, I confessed
And he spoke, I listened
Art, poetry, beauty, what strange words!
Could they be a spell?
Today any pig is capable of burning Eden
To collect an insurance
And that's just how it goes