El Necio
Para no hacer de ícono pedazos
Para salvarme entre únicos e impares
Para cederme un lugar en su parnaso
Para darme un rinconcito en sus altares
Me vienen a convidar a arrepentirme
Me vienen a convidar a que no pierda
Me vienen a convidar a indefinirme
Me vienen a convidar a tanta mierda
Yo no sé lo que es el destino
Caminando fui lo que fui
Allá Dios, que será divino
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
Dicen que me arrastrarán por sobre rocas
Cuando la revolución se venga abajo
Que machacaran mis manos y mi boca
Que me arrancaran los ojos y el badajo
Será que la necedad parió conmigo
La necedad de lo que hoy resulta necio
La necedad de asumir al enemigo
La necedad de vivir sin tener precio
Yo no sé lo que es el destino
Caminando fui lo que fui
Allá Dios, que será divino
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
The Fool
To not be shattered into pieces
To save myself among the odd and the unique
To be given a spot in their pantheon
To have a little corner on their altars
They come to invite me to repent
They come to invite me not to lose
They come to invite me to be undefined
They come to invite me to so much bullshit
I don’t know what fate is
Walking, I was what I was
God knows, what will be divine
I’ll die just like I lived
I’ll die just like I lived
I’ll die just like I lived
They say they’ll drag me over rocks
When the revolution comes crashing down
That they’ll crush my hands and my mouth
That they’ll rip out my eyes and the clapper
Maybe stubbornness was born with me
The stubbornness of what today seems foolish
The stubbornness of facing the enemy
The stubbornness of living without a price
I don’t know what fate is
Walking, I was what I was
God knows, what will be divine
I’ll die just like I lived
I’ll die just like I lived
I’ll die just like I lived