El Necio
Para no hacer de mi 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, ¿qué será divino?
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
Yo quiero seguir jugando a lo perdido
Yo quiero ser a la zurda más que diestro
Yo quiero hacer un congreso del unido
Yo quiero rezar a fondo un hijo nuestro
Dirán que pasó de moda la locura
Dirán que la gente es mala y no merece
Más yo partiré soñando travesuras
Acaso multiplicar panes y peces
Yo no sé lo que es el destino
Caminando fui lo que fui
Allá, Dios, ¿qué será divino?
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví, como viví
Yo me muero como viví, como viví
Yo me muero como viví
Dicen que me arrastrarán por sobre rocas
Cuando la revolución se venga abajo
Que machacarán mis manos y mi boca
Que me arrancarán 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, ¿qué será divino?
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
Yo me muero como viví
The Fool
To not make my icon into pieces
To save myself between unique and odd
To give me a place in his parnassus
To give me a corner in his altars
They come to invite me to repent
They come to invite me to not lose
They come to invite me to define myself
They come to invite me to so much shit
I do not know what destiny is
Walking, I was what I was
There, God, who will be divine?
I died how I lived
I died how I lived
I died how I lived
I want to continue playing the lost
I want to be left handed more than right handed
I want to make a congress of the united
I want to deeply pray an: Our father
They will say that madness has gone out of fashion
They will say that people are bad and do not deserve it
But I will leave dreaming of mischief
Maybe multiplying bread and fish
I do not know what destiny is
Walking, I was what I was
There, God, who will be divine?
I died how I lived
I died how I lived
I died how I lived
I died how I lived, how I lived
I died how I lived, how I lived
I died how I lived
They say they will drag me over rocks
When the revolution collapses
They will crush my hands and mouth
They will tear out my eyes and cock
Maybe the foolishness was born with me
The foolishness of what today seems foolish
The foolishness of having an enemy
The foolishness of living without a price
I do not know what destiny is
Walking, I was what I was
There, God, who will be divine?
I died how I lived
I died how I lived
I died how I lived
I died how I lived
Escrita por: Silvio Rodríguez