El huevo y la gallina - Andrés Calamaro

Me espera una tormenta interminable

Con frentes de batalla diferentes

Mi propio panorama se presenta complicado

Retirado en mi headquarter suburbial

Y los árboles opinan en silencio

Mejor por hoy, que siga todo igual

Otras veces hubo que empezar de nuevo

Pero ocurre como el huevo y la gallina

Laberintos y espirales, el origen y el destino

Como la uva y el vino, son parientes muy cercanos

Y los árboles opinan en silencio

Ser o no ser es igual de complicado

Pero un blues complicado, con sencilla partitura

Vida dura era la de los esclavos

Hay que dar doce compases a pensarlo

Inclusive para hoy seguir igual

Y los árboles opinan que pensarlo mucho, me puede hacer mal

Porque todo sigue y sigue, no hay debate posible

Cambiarlo demasiado es complicado

Habrá que tomar un calma por un día por si así los avatares tienen tienen blues

Y los árboles opinan por lo bajo

Ese tajo vale eso y mucho más

Si no hay que peinar, no peinamos

Si no hay que pelear, no peleamos

Si no hay que viajar, no viajamos

Si no hay que pensar, no pensamos

Si no hay que cantar, no cantamos

Voy a intentar, con disimulamos

Me espera una tormenta interminable

Con frentes de batalla diferentes

Mi propio panorama se presenta complicado

Retirado en mi headquarter suburbial

Y los árboles opinan en silencio

Mejor por hoy, que siga todo igual

Otras veces hubo que empezar de nuevo

Pero ocurre como el huevo y la gallina

Laberintos y espirales, el origen y el destino

Como la uva y el vino, son parientes muy cercanos

Y los árboles opinan en silencio

Ser o no ser es igual de complicado

Un blues complicado, con sencilla partitura

Vida dura era la de los esclavos

Hay que dar doce compases y pensarlo

Inclusive para hoy seguir igual

Y los árboles opinan que pensarlo demasiado, me puede hacer mal

Porque todo sigue y sigue, no hay debate posible

Cambiarlo demasiado es complicado

Habrá que tomar un calma por un día por si así los avatares tienen tienen blues

Y los árboles opinan por lo bajo

Ese tajo vale eso y mucho más

Si no hay que peinar, no peinamos

Si no hay que pelear, no peleamos

Si no hay que viajar, no viajamos

Si no hay que pensar, no pensamos

Si no hay que cantar, no cantamos

Voy a intentar

Si no hay que peinar, no peinamos

Si no hay que pelear, no peleamos

Si no hay que viajar, no viajamos

Si no hay que pensar, no pensamos

Si no hay que cantar, no cantamos

Pues voy a intentar, con disimulamos

Si no hay que peinar, no peinamos

Si no hay que pelear, no peleamos

An endless storm awaits me

With different battle fronts

My own outlook is complicated

Retired in my suburban headquarters

And the trees silently opine

Better for today, keep everything the same

Other times you had to start over

But it happens like the chicken and the egg

Labyrinths and spirals, the origin and the destiny

Like grapes and wine, they are very close relatives

And the trees silently opine

To be or not to be is just as complicated

But a complicated blues, with a simple score

Hard life was that of the slaves

You have to give twelve bars to think about it

Even for today remain the same

And the trees think that thinking about it too much can hurt me

Because everything goes on and on, there is no possible debate

Changing it too much is complicated

We will have to take a calm for a day in case the avatars have blues

And the trees think low

That cut is worth that and much more

If we don't have to comb, we don't comb

If we don't have to fight, we don't fight

If we don't have to travel, we don't travel

If we don't have to think, we don't think

If we don't have to sing, we don't sing

I'm going to try, with dissimulate

An endless storm awaits me

With different battle fronts

My own outlook is complicated

Retired in my suburban headquarters

And the trees silently opine

Better for today, keep everything the same

Other times you had to start over

But it happens like the chicken and the egg

Labyrinths and spirals, the origin and the destiny

Like grapes and wine, they are very close relatives

And the trees silently opine

To be or not to be is just as complicated

A complicated blues, with a simple score

Hard life was that of the slaves

You have to give twelve bars and think about it

Even for today remain the same

And the trees think that thinking about it too much can hurt me

Because everything goes on and on, there is no possible debate

Changing it too much is complicated

We will have to take a calm for a day in case the avatars have blues

And the trees think low

That cut is worth that and much more

If we don't have to comb, we don't comb

If we don't have to fight, we don't fight

If we don't have to travel, we don't travel

If we don't have to think, we don't think

If we don't have to sing, we don't sing

I'll try

If we don't have to comb, we don't comb

If we don't have to fight, we don't fight

If we don't have to travel, we don't travel

If we don't have to think, we don't think

If we don't have to sing, we don't sing

Well, I'm going to try, with dissimulamos

If we don't have to comb, we don't comb

If we don't have to fight, we don't fight