Babel (part. Fito Paez)
Hay un lugar sagrado
Que no tiene pasado
Y fue relegado a compraventa
Donde cada quién va por su cuenta
No
Es un mundo cansado
Ya casi desfondado
De pergaminos y apariencia
Que nos enredan con su lengua
Pero no saben donde ir
Y te vuelvo a pensar
Como pude cambiar
Tu canción por dos tenis usados
Solo quiero escribir
Para estar junto a ti
Y escapar de este mundo inventado
Babel
Nadie se quiere entender
Prefieren Roma y arder
Nos vuelve a dejar el tren
A la salida
Raimundo está cansado
Y no le gusta la gente
Pero quiere lanzarse para presidente
El mundo es una jaula
De extremistas rabiosos
Y el resto pa’ salvarnos nos ponemos re locos
Y te vuelvo a pensar
Como pude cambiar
Tu canción por dos tenis usados
Solo quiero escribir
Para estar junto a ti
Y escapar de este mundo inventado
Babel
Nadie se quiere entender
Prefieren Roma y arder
Nos vuelve a dejar el tren
A la salida
Babel
Nadie se quiere entender
Prefieren Roma y arder
Nos vuelve a dejar el tren
A la salida
Babel
Nadie se quiere entender
Prefieren Roma y arder
Nos vuelve a dejar el tren
En Barranquilla
Babel (feat. Fito Paez)
There is a sacred place
That has no past
And was relegated to buying and selling
Where everyone goes on their own
No
It's a tired world
Almost worn out
Of scrolls and appearances
That entangle us with their language
But they don't know where to go
And I think of you again
How could I exchange
Your song for two used sneakers
I just want to write
To be close to you
And escape from this invented world
Babel
No one wants to understand
They prefer Rome and to burn
The train leaves us again
At the exit
Raimundo is tired
And doesn't like people
But he wants to run for president
The world is a cage
Of rabid extremists
And the rest of us go crazy trying to save ourselves
And I think of you again
How could I exchange
Your song for two used sneakers
I just want to write
To be close to you
And escape from this invented world
Babel
No one wants to understand
They prefer Rome and to burn
The train leaves us again
At the exit
Babel
No one wants to understand
They prefer Rome and to burn
The train leaves us again
At the exit
Babel
No one wants to understand
They prefer Rome and to burn
The train leaves us again
In Barranquilla