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Everyone Is As They Are

Victor Manuel

Cada Uno Es Como Es

Cada uno es como es y no hay nada que hacer
morenos, gordos, flacas, al detalle o a granel,
esclavos, lujuriosos, robaperas, demodés;
por techo las estrellas o con estrellas a sus pies.
Cada uno es como es y no hay nada que hacer
aquel que todo mira o el que nada quiere ver
imberbes, virtuosos, con más plumas que Luzbel
el muy triste o los que hacen de su vida un cascabel.
Todos distintos, iguales
buscando lo mismo sin saber bien qué...
Si alguien nos dice te quiero
aunque sea mentira se debe creer.
Cada uno es como es y no hay nada que hacer
los ciegos y los sordos también buscan en tropel
sonidos y miradas que hay debajo de la piel
que dan hambre al hambriento y al sediento le dan sed.
Cada uno es como es y no hay nada que hacer
si reventara todo volveríamos a nacer
queriendo que nos quieran y angustiados por saber
pasa un siglo y otro siglo y mañana ya es ayer.
Todos distintos, iguales
buscando lo mismo sin saber bien qué...
Si alguien nos dice te quiero
aunque sea mentira se debe creer.

Everyone Is As They Are

Everyone is as they are and there's nothing to do
dark-skinned, fat, skinny, in detail or in bulk
slaves, lustful, pickpockets, out of fashion
with the stars as a roof or with stars at their feet
Everyone is as they are and there's nothing to do
those who see everything or those who refuse to see
beardless, virtuous, with more feathers than Lucifer
the very sad or those who turn their life into a jingle
All different, equal
seeking the same without knowing exactly what...
If someone tells us I love you
even if it's a lie, it must be believed
Everyone is as they are and there's nothing to do
the blind and the deaf also search in droves
for sounds and looks beneath the skin
that make the hungry hungry and the thirsty thirsty
Everyone is as they are and there's nothing to do
if everything burst, we would be born again
wanting to be loved and anxious to know
a century passes and another century and tomorrow is already yesterday
All different, equal
seeking the same without knowing exactly what...
If someone tells us I love you
even if it's a lie, it must be believed

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