El Necio (part. Silvio Rodriguez)
Para no hacer de mi icono pedazos
Para salvarme entre únicos e impares
Para cederme un lugar en su parnaso
Para darme un rinconcito en sus altares
Me vienen a convidar a arrepentirme
Me vienen a convidar a que no pierda
Mi vienen a convidar a indefinirme
Me vienen a convidar a tanta mierda
Yo no sé lo que es el destino
Caminando fui lo que fui
Allá dios, que será divino
Yo me muero como viví
Yo quiero seguir jugando a lo perdido
Yo quiero ser a la zurda más que diestro
Yo quiero hacer un congreso del unido
Yo quiero rezar a fondo un hijonuestro
Dirán que pasó de moda la locura
Dirán que la gente es mala y no merece
Más yo seguiré soñando travesuras (acaso multiplicar panes y peces)
Yo no sé lo que es el destino
Caminando fui lo que fui
Allá dios, que será divino
Yo me muero como viví
Dicen que me arrastrarán por sobre rocas
Cuando la revolución se venga abajo
Que machacarán mis manos y mi boca
Que me arrancarán los ojos y el badajo
Será que la necedad parió conmigo
La necedad de lo que hoy resulta necio:
La necedad de asumir al enemigo
La necedad de vivir sin tener precio
The Fool (feat. Silvio Rodriguez)
To not shatter my icon
To save me among odds and evens
To give me a place in his Parnassus
To give me a little corner in his altars
They come to invite me to repent
They come to invite me not to lose
They come to invite me to be undefined
They come to invite me to so much shit
I don't know what destiny is
Walking, I was what I was
There God, it will be divine
I'll die as I lived
I want to keep playing at being lost
I want to be more left-handed than right-handed
I want to hold a united congress
I want to pray a deep Our Father
They will say that madness has gone out of style
They will say that people are bad and don't deserve
But I will continue dreaming mischief (perhaps multiplying loaves and fishes)
I don't know what destiny is
Walking, I was what I was
There God, it will be divine
I'll die as I lived
They say they will drag me over rocks
When the revolution falls apart
That they will crush my hands and my mouth
That they will tear out my eyes and the clapper
Maybe foolishness was born with me
The foolishness of what is foolish today:
The foolishness of assuming the enemy
The foolishness of living without a price
Escrita por: Silvio Rodríguez Domínguez