Cuestion de Madera
Despues de un buen rato de esperar
que desea usted señor
que voy a querer pense
una mesa cerca del balcón
solo se puede pasar
si va ud a comer
Pobre camarero en realidad
su reflejo ve mi piel
y pierdo valor
Es la vieja historia de este mundo colonial:
siga Ud patrón que le sirvo hoy
Y asi van tantos años
Y asi tanta mediocridad
haciendo nuestras vidas al modelo confundido
de una Europa que aqui nunca pudo ser.
Es cuestion de madera Oh Oh
La fibra del corazón
de las ganas en los huesos por seguir
Es cuestion de madera Oh Oh Oh Oh
Siga Ud patrón que le sirvo hoy
No puedo ni quiero convencer
al camarero de que diablos soy
me parezco tanto a el
nunca va a entender nunca va a comprender
que su sangre es del color
de un nuevo amanecer
Y asi van tantos años
Y asi tanta mediocridad
haciendo nuestras vidas al modelo confundido
de una Europa que aqui nunca pudo ser
Es cuestion de madera Oh Oh
No se puede negociar
más que estilo es solo ser lo que se es
Es cuestion de madera Oh Oh Oh Oh
Siga Ud patrón que le sirvo hoy
Es cuestion de madera Oh Oh
La fibra del corazón
de las ganas en los huesos por seguir
Es cuestion de madera Oh Oh Oh Oh
Siga Ud patrón que le sirvo hoy
Y asi van tantos años
Y asi tanta mediocridad
haciendo nuestras vidas al modelo confundido
de una Europa que aqui nunca pudo ser
Es cuestion de madera Oh Oh
La fibra del corazón
de las ganas en los huesos por seguir
Es cuestion de madera Oh Oh Oh Oh
Siga Ud patrón que le sirvo hoy
Es cuestion de madera Oh Oh
No se puede negociar
más que estilo es solo ser lo que se es
Es cuestion de madera Oh Oh Oh Oh
Siga Ud patrón que le sirvo hoy
Wooden Matter
After a good while of waiting
What do you want, sir?
I thought
A table near the balcony
You can only pass
If you're going to eat
Poor waiter, in reality
He sees my reflection in his skin
And I lose value
It's the old story of this colonial world:
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
And so many years go by
And so much mediocrity
Shaping our lives to the confused model
Of a Europe that could never be here
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh
The fiber of the heart
The desire in the bones to keep going
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
I can't and don't want to convince
The waiter of what the hell I am
I resemble him so much
He'll never understand, he'll never comprehend
That his blood is the color
Of a new dawn
And so many years go by
And so much mediocrity
Shaping our lives to the confused model
Of a Europe that could never be here
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh
You can't negotiate
More than style, it's just being who you are
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh
The fiber of the heart
The desire in the bones to keep going
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
And so many years go by
And so much mediocrity
Shaping our lives to the confused model
Of a Europe that could never be here
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh
The fiber of the heart
The desire in the bones to keep going
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh
You can't negotiate
More than style, it's just being who you are
It's a wooden matter Oh Oh Oh Oh
Follow, boss, I'll serve you today