El día d - Andrés Calamaro

El día de los enamorados torturados no me desperté, hoy quiero dormir

Escribí tantas canciones pensando en vos, pensando en mí

No soy culpable pero tengo la culpa, no me importa nada

Pero demasiado me importa haber renunciado

No quedaba otra, pero deshauciado me quedo

Y no es una forma de decir, hay que vivirlo para entender

Es como cantar y coserse la boca a la vez

En la calle del Fez, I never gonna do it without the Fez on

My Steely Dan samurai

Mi daikiri de harakiri

Mi milonga de poronga triste y sola

(O bien acompañada) no pasa nada

Pero ese olor a carne quemada es mi corazón

Es mi corazón

Hay que vivirlo para entender

Es como cantar y coserse la boca a la vez

Todavía tengo marcada tu almohada

A veces oigo voces tuyas que se quejan

Y ahora ¿quién se queja?

Es como quedarse desnudo bajo la lluvia hirviendo

Y todos riéndose ja ja ja de mí

Es como cantar y coserse la boca a la vez

Matame… y te espero en el cielo

Tortured Valentine's Day I didn't wake up, today I want to sleep

I wrote so many songs thinking of you, thinking of me

I'm not guilty but I'm to blame, I don't care at all

But I care too much that I gave up

There was no other, but evicted I stay

And it is not a way of saying, you have to live it to understand

It's like singing and sewing up your mouth at the same time

In the street of the Fez, I never gonna do it without the Fez on

My Steely Dan samurai

My daikiri by harakiri

My sad and lonely poronga milonga

(Or well accompanied) nothing happens

But that smell of burnt meat is my heart

Is my heart

You have to live it to understand

It's like singing and sewing up your mouth at the same time

I still have your pillow marked

Sometimes I hear your voices complaining

And now who's complaining?

It's like standing naked in the boiling rain

And everyone laughing ha ha ha at me

It's like singing and sewing up your mouth at the same time

Kill me... and I'll wait for you in heaven