Si Yo Fuera - Buena Fe

Ella embarazada y yo a pintar la casa

Pero le he advertido que es a mi manera

Aunque se amplifique toda mi impericia

Quiero subvertir un rato la belleza

O sea que lo negro no será luctuoso

Sino mas bullanguero, carnaval y agrado

Y que los grises tengan que cambiar penosos

Mejor recuerdo eterno de recien casados

Mas bien tarde de lluvia para acurrucarse

Incluso pongo a ti para atrapar las musas

Y aunque en un par de flores

El rojo pase

Lo degradare en rango cual si semifusa

O sea que la sangre sea color cerveza

Y que la rabia sea cobarde y amarilla

Y el sexo que sea rojo solo cuando sea

Muy, mucho, supra, hiper, mega, super maravilla

Quiero regalarte para el año nuevo

Otro mundo, otro sol

Si yo fuera Fabelo

Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo

Para que a esta casa no le falte vuelo

Ni de niño, ni de abuelo

Si yo fuera Fabelo

Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo

Y alas y caracolas…

Con brocha gorda pintaria conflictos

Atento a lo dudoso del anaranjado

Y aunque estén violetas al chocar distintos

Se inflame la razón y beba el destetado

Y a la paloma blanca pongo un emergente

Un ave en la que asumen azules espuelas

En estas horas la paz o se defiende

O dura cual merengue en portal de escuela

No llevara otra cosa que el recio dorado

La valla que anuncia caida al abismo

Y el verde a la industria que ha contaminado

Y de rosado intenso pintaré al machismo

Y de café marron que arranque la mañana

De purpura, fusha y otras mixturas

Que los recien nacidos con color mostaza

Expresen su llanto, su salud, y su buena fortuna

Quiero regalarte para el año nuevo

Otro mundo, otro sol

Si yo fuera Fabelo

Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo

Para que a esta casa no le falte vuelo

Ni de niño, ni de abuelo

Si yo fuera Fabelo

Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo

Y el arcoiris del balcon

Se nos derrame por la calle siempre corazón adentro

Y que no quede ni un rincón

Donde un par de adolescentes inocentes vean de frente como encienden el amor

Quiero regalarte para el año nuevo

Otro mundo, otro sol

Si yo fuera Fabelo

Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo

Para que a esta casa no le falte vuelo

Ni de niño, ni de abuelo

Si yo fuera Fabelo

Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo

Quiero regalarte para el año nuevo

Otro mundo, otro sol

Si yo fuera Fabelo

Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo

Para que a esta casa no le falte vuelo

Ni de niño, ni de abuelo

Si yo fuera Fabelo

Haria que el techo pareciera el cielo

Y alas y caracolas…

Fin

She pregnant and I to paint the house

But I've warned you it's my way

Although all my inexperience is amplified

I want to subvert the beauty for a while

In other words, the black will not be mournful

But more noisy, carnival and pleasure

And that the grays have to change painfully

Best eternal memory of newlyweds

Rather a rainy afternoon to snuggle up

I even put you to catch the muses

And although in a couple of flowers

the red pass

I will degrade it in range as if semi-fuzzy

That is, the blood is the color of beer

And let the rage be cowardly and yellow

And the sex that is red only when it is

Very, much, supra, hyper, mega, super wonder

I want to give you for the new year

Another world, another sun

If I were Fabelo

It would make the ceiling look like the sky

So that this house does not lack flight

Neither as a child nor as a grandfather

If I were Fabelo

It would make the ceiling look like the sky

And wings and conches…

With a broad brush I would paint conflicts

Watch out for the doubtful orange

And although they are purple when they collide different

Let reason inflame and drink the weaned

And to the white dove I put a pop-up

A bird that assumes blue spurs

In these hours the peace or defends itself

Or lasts like a meringue in a school portal

He will not wear anything other than the strong gold

The fence that announces the fall into the abyss

And the green to the industry that has polluted

And I will paint machismo with intense pink

And of brown coffee that starts the morning

Of purple, fusha and other mixtures

That newborns with mustard color

Express your tears, your health, and your good fortune

I want to give you for the new year

Another world, another sun

If I were Fabelo

It would make the ceiling look like the sky

So that this house does not lack flight

Neither as a child nor as a grandfather

If I were Fabelo

It would make the ceiling look like the sky

And the rainbow from the balcony

It spills out on the street, always with our hearts inside

And that not a single corner remains

Where a couple of innocent teenagers see how they turn on love

I want to give you for the new year

Another world, another sun

If I were Fabelo

It would make the ceiling look like the sky

So that this house does not lack flight

Neither as a child nor as a grandfather

If I were Fabelo

It would make the ceiling look like the sky

I want to give you for the new year

Another world, another sun

If I were Fabelo

It would make the ceiling look like the sky

So that this house does not lack flight

Neither as a child nor as a grandfather

If I were Fabelo

It would make the ceiling look like the sky

And wings and conches…

End