Lo Frágil De La Locura - La Renga

La sangre se inquietaba en mis venas

Y aquel verano al norte part

Para olvidarme de mi rutina

Y sentirme liberado al fin

Ver la tierra baada de sol

Respirar aire de las alturas

Llenar el cuenco de mis ojos

Con lo ms frgil de la locura

Pero tambin la realidad mostr

Otro reflejo en ella

Cuando me habl de un hermano al que tambin

Le llev la huella

Ya que vas a escribir

Dijo cuenta de mi pueblo

Pobreza y dolor slo trajo el progreso

La cultura de la traicin y los indios

En los museos

Me invit a mascar de su hierba

Y a morder de la pura verdad

Me pregunt de qu se ocupaban all,

En la Capital

Y yo slo tuve palabras para definir la injusticia

Y qu slo aspiraban al fruto de la propia codicia

(solo de guitarra)

Al fin vi la tierra baada de sol

Respir aire de las alturas

Y llen el cuenco de mis ojos

Con lo ms frgil de la locura

Ya que vas a escribir

Dijo cuenta de mi pueblo

Pobreza y dolor slo trajo el progreso

La cultura de la traicin y los indios

En los museos

The blood was restless in my veins

And that summer to the north

To forget about my routine

And feel liberated at last

See the land bathed in sun

Breathe air from above

Fill the bowl of my eyes

With the most fragile of madness

But reality also showed

Another reflection in her

When he told me about a brother he also

I took the mark

Since you are going to write

Said account of my people

Poverty and pain only brought progress

The culture of betrayal and the Indians

In the museums

He invited me to chew his grass

And to bite from the pure truth

I wondered what they were doing there,

In the capital

And I only had words to define injustice

And that they only aspired to the fruit of their own greed

(Guitar solo)

At last I saw the land bathed in sun

Breathe air from above

And fill the bowl of my eyes

With the most fragile of madness

Since you are going to write

Said account of my people

Poverty and pain only brought progress

The culture of betrayal and the Indians

In the museums