Súplica
Y si te dijera, Miguel,
que no te he extrañado,
que no me importó que te fueras,
que no he sentido rabia,
que no he sentido pena,
que tu muerte fue tan sólo una manera
para apreciar mi vida
con el doble de fuerzas.
Que no lloré frente a tu tumba,
¡si te dijera!
Que no he estado perdido,
y que no he sufrido.
Es mas, si dijera,
por poner un ejemplo,
que de cierta forma me alegra
que te hayas muerto.
Así no irás conmigo de gorra,
ni me harás perder el tiempo
hablando de política,
y de la bomba.
Si te dijera mi amigo
que pienso que eres algo estúpido
por morir en una noche tan bella.
Que perdiste la pose
al caer en la banqueta,
enredado a una moto retorcida,
la cabeza partida.
Si te dijera que mi vida
sigue igual de alegre.
Que Pink Floyd es una mierda
y que el mundo aún se mueve,
que seguimos haciendo fiesta,
que la pena no nos detiene.
Si te dijera,
¡si te gritara!
que me gusta la novia que dejaste,
que he visto a tu hermana
y que también me gusta,
y que eres un hijo de puta
por hacerlas llorar.
Dime, Miguel,
mi amigo,
si dijera en serio
todo eso que digo,
¿dejarías tu tumba?
Porque si es así, entonces,
¡seguro que lo digo!
Supplication
And if I told you, Miguel,
that I haven't missed you,
that I didn't care you left,
that I haven't felt rage,
that I haven't felt sorrow,
that your death was just a way
for me to appreciate my life
with double the strength.
That I didn't cry at your grave,
if I told you!
That I haven't been lost,
and that I haven't suffered.
In fact, if I said,
just to give an example,
that in a way I'm glad
that you died.
That way you won't be riding shotgun with me,
or wasting my time
talking about politics,
and the bomb.
If I told you, my friend,
that I think you're kind of stupid
for dying on such a beautiful night.
That you lost your cool
when you fell on the sidewalk,
tangled up with a twisted bike,
your head smashed.
If I told you that my life
is still just as joyful.
That Pink Floyd sucks
and that the world keeps spinning,
that we're still partying,
that sorrow doesn't stop us.
If I told you,
if I shouted!
that I like the girlfriend you left behind,
that I've seen your sister
and I like her too,
and that you're a son of a bitch
for making them cry.
Tell me, Miguel,
my friend,
if I seriously said
all that I say,
would you leave your grave?
Because if that's the case, then,
I sure as hell mean it!