Buen día Benito - El Cuarteto de Nos

Buen día, Benito, ¿te acordás de mí?

Soy aquel que jugaba contigo en el jardín

Te he buscado y rastreado

obsesionado para verte

¡Qué suerte haberte encontrado al fin!

¿Te acordás ahora?

Caías a casa a cualquier hora,

te comías mis moras

si sobraba las llevabas

porque te obligaba una vividora

y ni vos sabías si esa señora

era tu madre o tu tutora

Sabes ¿quién soy?

Ese al que le contaste

el final de una peli de cowboys

y soy el dueño del libro de Tolstoi

al que le pegaste como tapa una Playboy.

Me acuerdo como si fuera hoy

Y no está lejano el verano

que me robaste el aeroplano

Seguiste y te fuiste sin sutileza

con mi gata siamesa, mi joystick,

el cubo de Rubik y una pieza del Mecano

Buen día, Benito, te vine a visitar

¿Te acordás que te reíste

de mi acné juvenil?

Te creíste viril y me dijiste sarcástico:

«Te rompo la cara, gil, y no te deja sano

ni el cirujano más plástico de Beverly Hills».

Y lo hiciste,

me la diste en la nariz, ¿ves esta cicatriz?

fuiste vil, no me dieron 10 puntos, me dieron mil

y ahora soy un símil de las lineas de Nazca,

en el frío de Alaska o en el calor de Brasil.

Hacé memoria,

me robaste la novia en preparatoria

Yo la quería y vos te la llevaste a la cama

con no sé qué historia

y por escoria, te hice la cruz

mientras me hacías la «v» de la victoria

No son teorías mías,

vos fuiste el que tentó a mi hermano con esas porquerías

Te sobró cobardía y te faltó decencia

cuando lo viste temblando

luchando con la abstinencia

Buen día, Benito, te vine a visitar

¿Te olvidaste que tu padre era el jefe del mío,

y que por libre albedrío

lo echó del trabajo aquel invierno tan frío?

Me da escalofríos cuando ese lío rememoran

porque ahí aprendí que los hombres también lloran

¿Y entonces?

¿Por qué esa vez llamaste al 911?

Dijiste que no hable y me denunciaste a la policía

Vos eras culpable, yo inocente

y les dijiste que ese incidente era culpa mía

Pero hoy tengo con la justicia una cita,

y no será en vano.

Tanto recé para encontrarte

a la virgencita y a San Cayetano

que después de esta visita

seguro, quedamos a mano

Buen día, Benito, te vine a visitar

Good morning, Benito, do you remember me?

I am the one who played with you in the garden

I have searched and tracked you

obsessed to see you

So lucky to have found you at last!

Do you remember now?

You fell home at any time,

you ate my blackberries

if you had leftovers you took them

because a hustler forced you

and you didn't even know if that lady

she was your mother or your guardian

Do you know who I am?

The one you told

the end of a cowboy movie

and I am the owner of Tolstoy's book

the one you hit like a Playboy cover.

I remember as if it were today

And summer is not far away

that you stole my airplane

You went on and left without subtlety

with my Siamese cat, my joystick,

Rubik's cube and a piece of the Meccano

Good morning, Benito, I came to visit you

Do you remember that you laughed

of my juvenile acne?

You thought you were virile and you sarcastically told me:

«I break your face, gil, and it does not leave you healthy

nor the most plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills.

And you did it,

you gave it to me on the nose, do you see this scar?

you were vile, they didn't give me 10 points, they gave me a thousand

and now I am a simile of the Nazca lines,

in the cold of Alaska or in the heat of Brazil.

I remember,

you stole my girlfriend in high school

I loved her and you took her to bed

with I don't know what story

and for scum, I made you the cross

while you gave me the «v» for victory

They are not my theories,

you were the one who tempted my brother with that crap

You had too much cowardice and you lacked decency

when you saw him shaking

struggling with withdrawal

Good morning, Benito, I came to visit you

Did you forget that your father was the boss of mine,

and that by free will

he kicked him out of work that cold winter?

He gives me chills when that mess they reminisce

because there I learned that men also cry

And so?

Why did you call 911 that time?

You said don't talk and you reported me to the police

You were guilty, I was innocent

and you told them that incident was my fault

But today I have an appointment with justice,

and it will not be in vain.

I prayed so hard to find you

to the little virgin and to San Cayetano

that after this visit

sure, we're even

Good morning, Benito, I came to visit you