De Carton Piedra
Era la gloria vestida de tul
Con la mirada lejana y azul
Que sonreía en un escaparate
Con la boquita menuda y granate
Y unos zapatos de falso charol
Que chispeaban al roce del Sol
Limpia y bonita, siempre iba a la moda
Arregladita como pa' ir de boda
Y yo a todas horas la iba a ver
Porque yo amaba a esa mujer
De cartón piedra
Que de san esteban a navidades
Entre saldos y novedades
Hacía más tierna mi acera
Ah
No era como esas muñecas de abril
Que me arañaron de frente y perfil
Que me mandaron la inocencia al carajo!!
Que me arrancaron la ilusión de cuajo
No ella esperaba en su vitrina
Verme doblar aquella esquina
Como una novia
Como una doncella medieval
Pidiendome liberame
Huyamos a escribir la historia
De una pedrada me bajé el cristal
Y corrí corrí con ella hasta mi portal
Todo su cuerpo me tembló en los brazos
Nos sonreía la Luna de mayo
Bajo la lluvia bailamos un vals
Un, dos, tres, un, dos, tres, todo da igual
Y yo le hablaba de nuestro futuro
Y ella lloraba en silencios lo juro!
Y entre cuatro paredes y un techo
Se reventó contra su pecho
Pena tras pena
Tuve entre mis manos el universo
E hicimos de pasado un verso
Perdido dentro de un poema
Y entonces, llegaron ellos, me sacaron a empujones de mi casa
Y me encerraron entre estas cuatro paredes blancas
Donde vienen a verme, alguuuunos amigos
De mes a mes
De dos en dos
Y de tres a seis
Porque a los locos
Hay que tenerlos bien encerrados
Porque son un peligro para la sociedad
Y para el status que mental
Porque los locos
Porque los locos
Todavía podemos construir imagenes en el cielo
Todavía podemos emocionarnos con la luz de una sonrisa
Todavía podemos hacer canciones cursis y decir te quiero
Porque hay muchos locos que aún creen en la utopia
Y salen a las marchas y a las manifestaciones contra dictaduras
Y opresores
Por eso me gusta estar entre tanto loco de mierda con.........e
Carajo!
Me gusta estar con locos porque en realidad me llegan
Recontra al p....o los tipos demasiado sanos, los cuerdos
Esos que dicen para que vamos a hacer tal cosa si ya todo
Está perdido
Que se vayan a la co...........a, la c..............re esos hue...es
Cardboard Stone
It was glory dressed in tulle
With a distant and blue gaze
Who smiled in a shop window
With the small and garnet mouth
And some fake patent leather shoes
That sparkled in the touch of the Sun
Clean and pretty, she was always in fashion
Dressed up like going to a wedding
And I went to see her all the time
Because I loved that woman
Papier mache
From Boxing Day to Christmas
Between sales and news
It made my sidewalk more tender
Ah
It wasn't like those April dolls
They scratched me from the front and from the side
They sent my innocence to hell!!
They ripped my hopes out of my chest
No, she was waiting in her display case
See me turn that corner
Like a bride
Like a medieval maiden
Asking me to free myself
Let's run away to write history
I broke the window with a stone
And I ran with her to my door
Her whole body trembled in my arms
The May Moon smiled upon us
In the rain we danced a waltz
One, two, three, one, two, three, it doesn't matter
And I was talking to him about our future
And she cried in silence I swear!
And between four walls and a roof
It burst against his chest
Pain after pain
I had the universe in my hands
And we made a verse from the past
Lost inside a poem
And then they came and pushed me out of my house
And they locked me up between these four white walls
Where some friends come to see me
From month to month
Two by two
And from three to six
Because to the crazy ones
They must be kept well locked up
Because they are a danger to society
And for the mental status
Because the crazy ones
Because the crazy ones
We can still build images in the sky
We can still be moved by the light of a smile
We can still make cheesy songs and say I love you
Because there are many crazy people who still believe in utopia
And they go out to the marches and demonstrations against dictatorships
And oppressors
That's why I like being among so many fucking crazy people with
Damn!
I like being with crazy people because they really get to me
Recontra to the p....o the very healthy guys, the sane ones
Those who say why are we going to do such a thing if everything is already done?
He is lost
Let them go to hell, the f............... those bastards