Cadáver exquisito - Fito Paez

Fito Páez

Miscellaneous

CadáVer Exquisito

Comienza el día y una luz sentimental

nos envuelve, vuelve, se va.

La fabulosa sinfonía universal

nos envuelve, vuelve, se va.

Tango, sexo, sexo y amor,

tanto tango, tanto dolor.

Mi vida gira en contradicción,

jamás conquiste mi corazón.

Mas donde estaba cuando pasó lo que pasó?

Hablandome al espejo solo.

Vengo de un barrio tan mezquino y crimal

quizás te queme, queme, quizá.

Vengo de un barrio siempre a punto de estallar

quizás te queme, queme, quizá.

Si de nada sirve vivir

buscas algo porque morir.

El tiempo me ha enseñado a mirar,

a veces me ha enseñado a callar.

Donde estabas cuando pasó lo que pasó?

Hablándote al espejo sola.

Es tanta la tristeza y es tan ruin

que celebro la experiencia feliz.

La estupidez del mundo nunca pudo y nunca podrá

arrebatar la sensualidad.

Busco mi piedra filosofal

en los siete locos, en el mar,

en el cadáver exquisito al no tener piedad,

en la quinta esencia de la música.

Dentro mio, en el amor y el odio

tener que pensar (que pensar)

preferiría tu sonrisa, toda la verdad,

avanzo un paso, retrocedo,

y vuelvo a preguntar, que no cambie

para no cambiar jamás.

Todo es imperfecto amor y odio.

Fito Paez

Miscellaneous

Exquisite Corpse

The day begins and a sentimental light

it surrounds us, it returns, it leaves.

The fabulous universal symphony

it surrounds us, it returns, it leaves.

Tango, sex, sex and love,

so much tango, so much pain.

My life revolves in contradiction,

never conquer my heart.

But where was he when what happened happened?

Talking to myself in the mirror alone.

I come from a neighborhood so petty and criminal

maybe I'll burn you, burn you, maybe.

I come from a neighborhood always about to explode

maybe I'll burn you, burn you, maybe.

If it's no use living

You are looking for something to die for.

Time has taught me to look,

sometimes it has taught me to shut up.

Where were you when what happened happened?

Talking to you in the mirror alone.

The sadness is so much and it is so mean

that I celebrate the happy experience.

The stupidity of the world never could and never will

snatch sensuality.

I'm looking for my philosopher's stone

in the seven fools, in the sea,

in the exquisite corpse having no mercy,

in the fifth essence of music.

Inside me, in love and hate

have to think (what to think)

I would prefer your smile, the whole truth,

I take a step forward, I take a step back,

and I ask again, don't change

to never change.

Everything is imperfect love and hate.