Yo No Quiero Volverme Tan Loco
Yo no quiero volverme tan loco
Yo no quiero vestirme de rojo
Yo no quiero morir en el mundo hoy
Yo no quiero ya verte tan triste
Yo no quiero saber lo que hiciste
Yo no quiero esta pena en mi corazón
Escucho un bit de un tambor entre la desolación
De una radio en una calle desierta
Están las puertas cerradas y las ventanas también
No será que nuestra gente está muerta?
Presiento el fin de un amor en la era del color
La televisión está en las vidrieras
Toda esa gente parada que tiene grasa en la piel
No se entera ni que el mundo da vueltas
Yo no quiero meterme en problemas
Yo no quiero asuntos que queman
Yo tan solo les digo que es un bajón
Yo no quiero sembrar la anarquía
Yo no quiero vivir como digan
Tengo algo que darte en mi corazón
Escucho un tango y un rock
Y presiento que soy yo
Y quisiera ver al mundo de fiesta
Veo tantas chicas gastadas y tantos tontos que al fin
Yo no sé si vivir tanto les cuesta
Yo quiero ver muchos más delirantes por ahí
Bailando en una calle cualquiera
En Buenos Aires se ve
Que ya no hay tiempo de más
La alegría no es solo brasilera
Yo no quiero vivir paranoico
Yo no quiero ver chicos con odio
Yo no quiero sentir esta depresión
Voy buscando el placer de estar vivo
No me importa si soy un bandido
Voy pateando basura en el callejón
Yo no quiero volverme tan loco
Yo no quiero vestirme de rojo
Yo no quiero morir en el mundo hoy
Yo no quiero ya verte tan triste
Yo no quiero saber lo que hiciste
Yo no quiero esta pena en mi corazón
Yo no quiero sentir esta pena en mi corazón
I Don't Want to Drive Myself Crazy
I don't want to drive myself crazy
I don't want to dress in red
I don't want to die in the world today
I don't want to see you so sad
I don't want to know what you did
I don't want this sorrow in my heart
I hear a beat of a drum amidst the desolation
From a radio on a deserted street
The doors are closed and the windows too
Could it be that our people are dead?
I sense the end of a love in the era of color
The television is in the shop windows
All those people standing with grease on their skin
Don't even realize that the world is turning
I don't want to get into trouble
I don't want burning issues
I just tell them it's a downer
I don't want to sow anarchy
I don't want to live as they say
I have something to give you in my heart
I hear a tango and a rock
And I feel like it's me
And I would like to see the world celebrating
I see so many worn-out girls and so many fools who finally
I don't know if living is hard for them
I want to see many more delirious people out there
Dancing on any street
In Buenos Aires it's seen
That there's no more time
Joy isn't just Brazilian
I don't want to live paranoid
I don't want to see kids with hatred
I don't want to feel this depression
I'm looking for the pleasure of being alive
I don't care if I'm a bandit
I'm kicking trash in the alley
I don't want to drive myself crazy
I don't want to dress in red
I don't want to die in the world today
I don't want to see you so sad
I don't want to know what you did
I don't want this sorrow in my heart
I don't want to feel this sorrow in my heart
Escrita por: Charly García