Renacimiento
Si naciera y viviera de nuevo
Jugaría materinerero
Con los hijos de las prostitutas
Con los niños que nunca nacieron
Con los hijos de los desaparecidos
De las madres de plaza de mayo
Con un niño soldado africano
Con los hijos de los pordioseros
Si naciera y viviera de nuevo
Gritaría unas cuantas blasfemias
Quemaría todas mis mudadas
De esa ropa de marca importada
Pintaría unos cuantos carteles
De las turbas manifestantes
Leería cientos de panfletos
De filósofos beligerantes
Si naciera y viviera de nuevo
Cantaría en lugares distantes
Donde la mas sonada tonada
Son disparos, metrallas y tanques
Aunque poco le temo a la muerte
Necesito unos jodidos días
Para empezar a sentirme vivo
Para morir creyéndome gente
Si naciera y soñara de nuevo
Pasaría una noche en Macondo
Pelearía con tres mosqueteros
Montaría en algún unicornio
Viajaría con Baltasar Bustos
Fumaria un buen porro con Marley
Compraría un boleto directo
Y sin regreso al infierno de Dante
Robaría el fuego a Prometeo
Plagiaría canciones de Charly
Robaría la Cecilia de Fito
Procuraría nunca embriagarme
Sin las tristes canciones de Enrique
Puliría mi alma de diamante
Con las cuerdas rasgadas de Silvio
Y elegías de otros gigantes
Robaría el fuego a Prometeo
Plagiaría canciones de Charly
Besaría la Cecilia de Fito
Procuraría nunca embriagarme
Sin las tristes canciones de Enrique
Puliría mi alma de diamante
Con las cuerdas rasgadas de Silvio
Y elegías de otros gigantes
Rebirth
If I were born and lived again
I would play as a motherf***er
With the children of the prostitutes
With the kids who were never born
With the children of the disappeared
From the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo
With an African child soldier
With the children of the beggars
If I were born and lived again
I would shout a few blasphemies
I would burn all my suits
Of that imported brand clothing
I would paint a few posters
Of the protesting mobs
I would read hundreds of pamphlets
From belligerent philosophers
If I were born and lived again
I would sing in distant places
Where the most heard tune
Are gunshots, bullets, and tanks
Although I fear death little
I need some f***ing days
To start feeling alive
To die believing I'm someone
If I were born and dreamed again
I would spend a night in Macondo
I would fight with three musketeers
I would ride on a unicorn
I would travel with Baltasar Bustos
I would smoke a good joint with Marley
I would buy a direct ticket
And with no return to Dante's hell
I would steal fire from Prometheus
I would plagiarize songs from Charly
I would steal Fito's Cecilia
I would try never to get drunk
Without Enrique's sad songs
I would polish my soul like a diamond
With the strings torn by Silvio
And elegies from other giants
I would steal fire from Prometheus
I would plagiarize songs from Charly
I would kiss Fito's Cecilia
I would try never to get drunk
Without Enrique's sad songs
I would polish my soul like a diamond
With the strings torn by Silvio
And elegies from other giants