Ultimo round
Hoy me propuse escribir
cosas que no se dicen pero están aquí,
quise intentar una canción diferente
que llegue a toda la gente,
que llegue a toda la gente.
Podemos hablar de la libertad,
de la de mentira nos hablan todo el día
pero de la de verdad ...
Vas a ayudarme a gritar.
Vas a ayudarme a gritar.
Cercaron los barrios, cercaron las casas,
cercaron al hombre en contra de su alma.
La libertad cae malherida en el ultimo round.
Sonó la campana, el diablo festejaba,
un ángel confundido tiraba la toalla.
La vida perdió por knock out en el último round.
En el último round.
En el último round.
En el último ...
Podemos hablar de la justicia,
de la de mentira nos hablan todo el día
pero de la de verdad ...
Vas a ayudarme a gritar.
Vas a ayudarme a gritar.
Vas a ayudarme a gritar.
Ojo por ojo y diente por diente,
cadena perpetua y pena de muerte,
pedimos para el que roba
la billetera y las alhajas,
mi billetera y mis alhajas,
tu billetera y tus alhajas.
Pero para el que roba al pueblo todos los días
no pedimos justicia y le estrechamos la mano,
parece que la tele hace bueno a los villanos,
hace bueno a los villanos.
Ojo por ojo y diente por diente
pero no para el pobre, para el presidente,
quien roba sin necesidad
y no tiene perdón.
La justicia divina, la que a nadie abandona,
la que no se equivoca, parece que está sorda.
Sé de aquel grito de auxilio que nunca escuchó.
¡Ay!, que nunca escuchó.
¡Ay!, que nunca escuchó.
¡Ay!, que nunca ...
Toda la gente espera un rayo de sol.
Toda la gente espera un rayo de sol.
Toda la gente espera un rayo de sol.
Que entibie la fría soledad de saber esperar.
La juventud mientras tanto entona su canción,
si nada se teje mañana en la esquina de un bar.
Botella que viene, botella que va.
Botella que viene, botella que va.
Botella que viene, botella que va.
Sos de los que nunca suben,
o de los que nunca bajan,
o de los que nunca encajan en ningún lugar.
Sos de los que nunca lloran,
o de los que nunca ríen,
los que como las golondrinas quieren emigrar.
Levántate, levántate.
Si todos tenemos razones para abandonar.
Levántate, al menos levántate.
Pensá en los que no pueden siquiera pelear.
Ni siquiera pelear.
Last Round
Today I set out to write
things that are not said but are here,
I wanted to try a different song
that reaches everyone,
that reaches everyone.
We can talk about freedom,
about the fake one they talk about all day
but about the real one...
You're going to help me shout.
You're going to help me shout.
They surrounded the neighborhoods, they surrounded the houses,
they cornered the man against his soul.
Freedom falls wounded in the last round.
The bell rang, the devil celebrated,
a confused angel threw in the towel.
Life lost by knockout in the last round.
In the last round.
In the last round.
In the last ...
We can talk about justice,
about the fake one they talk about all day
but about the real one...
You're going to help me shout.
You're going to help me shout.
You're going to help me shout.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
life imprisonment and death penalty,
we ask for the one who steals
the wallet and the jewels,
my wallet and my jewels,
your wallet and your jewels.
But for the one who steals from the people every day
we don't ask for justice and we shake his hand,
it seems like TV makes villains look good,
makes villains look good.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
but not for the poor, for the president,
who steals without need
and has no forgiveness.
Divine justice, the one that never abandons anyone,
the one that doesn't make mistakes, seems to be deaf.
I know of that cry for help that was never heard.
Oh, that was never heard.
Oh, that was never heard.
Oh, that was never ...
Everyone waits for a ray of sunshine.
Everyone waits for a ray of sunshine.
Everyone waits for a ray of sunshine.
To warm the cold loneliness of waiting.
Meanwhile, the youth sings their song,
if nothing is woven tomorrow on a street corner.
Bottle that comes, bottle that goes.
Bottle that comes, bottle that goes.
Bottle that comes, bottle that goes.
You're one of those who never rise,
or those who never fall,
or those who never fit in anywhere.
You're one of those who never cry,
or those who never laugh,
like swallows wanting to migrate.
Get up, get up.
If we all have reasons to give up.
Get up, at least get up.
Think of those who can't even fight.
Can't even fight.