El Angel Del 152
Quiso tocar las perillas
Esas que mueven al mundo
¿Será un ángel de un cielo
Que se adivina más justo?
¿O salva vidas en misiones?
Lo vi perderse en el paisaje
Bajó del bondi temblando
Contento por haberlo dicho
Y lo demás será un milagro
No alcanza con sentir
No alcanza con pensar
No alcanza
No alcanza
¿Cuántos habrán que se callan
Y adentro piensan lo mismo?
¿Es la distancia a la mano?
¿O la razón de andar vivo?
¿Habrá viajado al futuro?
¿O está en un templo rezando?
The Angel of 152
He wanted to touch the knobs
Those that move the world
Is he an angel from a sky
That seems more just?
Or does he save lives on missions?
I saw him fade into the landscape
He got off the bus shaking
Happy to have said it
And the rest will be a miracle
It's not enough to feel
It's not enough to think
It's not enough
It's not enough
How many are there who stay quiet
And inside think the same?
Is the distance at hand?
Or the reason to stay alive?
Has he traveled to the future?
Or is he in a temple praying?