Con Tanto Héroe
El siempre creyó
Que un disco duro era un disco de metálica
Que las barillas del paraguas eran mágicas
Y los gemidos de las putas de verdad.
Nunca se resignó
A que los Reyes Magos fueran concejales
Dibujaba siempre su nombre en los cristales
Que daban al patio de luces de Nunca Jamás.
No quiso crecer
Y el Pan de Peter se endurece día a día
Su callejón se olvida un caso a la salida
Y baila con lobos tangos tristes de Gardel.
Y al amanecer
Su primavera fué violada en una esquina
Con tanto héroe de corbata y gabardina
El gato al agua se llevó
Como siempre la heroína.
Y el siempre creyó
Que con cerrar los ojos nadie lo veía
Quiso dar la vuelta al mundo en ochenta días
Y no salió de un parque de Moratalá.
Le gustaba pensar
Que contruiría mil castillos en el aire
Por si el infierno ya no fuera edificable
Cuando un mal pico lo juntara con Satán.
No quiso crecer
Y el Pan de Peter se endurece día a día
Su callejón se olvida un caso a la salida
Y baila con lobos tangos tristes de Gardel.
Y al amanecer
Su primavera fué violada en una esquina
Con tanto héroe de corbata y gabardina
El gato al agua se llevó
Como siempre la heroína.
With So Many Heroes
He always believed
That a hard drive was a Metallica record
That the umbrella's ribs were magical
And the moans of real whores.
He never resigned
To the Three Wise Men being councilors
He always drew his name on the windows
That faced the courtyard of Neverland.
He didn't want to grow up
And Peter's Bread hardens day by day
His alley forgets a case at the exit
And he dances tango with wolves, sad Gardel's tangos.
And at dawn
His spring was violated on a corner
With so many heroes in ties and trench coats
The cat got the water
As always the heroine.
And he always believed
That by closing his eyes nobody saw him
He wanted to go around the world in eighty days
And didn't leave a park in Moratalá.
He liked to think
That he would build a thousand castles in the air
In case hell was no longer buildable
When a bad peak would join him with Satan.
He didn't want to grow up
And Peter's Bread hardens day by day
His alley forgets a case at the exit
And he dances tango with wolves, sad Gardel's tangos.
And at dawn
His spring was violated on a corner
With so many heroes in ties and trench coats
The cat got the water
As always the heroine.