Construcción - Fito Paez

Amó aquella vez como si fuese última

Besó a su mujer como si fuese última

Y a cada hijo suyo cual si fuese el único

Y atravesó la calle con su paso tímido

Subió a la construcción como si fuese máquina

Alzó en el balcón cuatro paredes sólidas

Ladrillo con ladrillo en un diseño mágico

Sus ojos embotados de cemento y lágrimas

Sentóse a descansar como si fuese sábado

Comió su pan con queso cual si fuese un príncipe

Bebió y sollozó como si fuese un náufrago

Danzó y se rió como si oyese música

Y tropezó en el cielo con su paso alcohólico

Y flotó por el aire cual si fuese un pájaro

Y terminó en el suelo como un bulto fláccido

Y agonizó en el medio del paseo público

Murió a contramano entorpeciendo el tránsito

Amó aquella vez como si fuese el último

Besó a su mujer como si fuese única

Y a cada hijo suyo cual si fuese el pródigo

Y atravesó la calle con su paso alcohólico

Subió a la construcción como si fuese sólida

Alzó en el balcón cuatro paredes mágicas

Ladrillo con ladrillo en un diseño lógico

Sus ojos embotados de cemento y tránsito

Sentóse a descansar como si fuese un príncipe

Comió su pan con queso cual si fuese el máximo

Bebió y sollozó como si fuese máquina

Danzó y se rió como si fuese el próximo

Y tropezó en el cielo cual si oyese música

Y flotó por el aire cual si fuese sábado

Y terminó en el suelo como un bulto tímido

Agonizó en el medio del paseo náufrago

Murió a contramano entorpeciendo el público

Amó aquella vez como si fuese máquina

Besó a su mujer como si fuese lógico

Alzó en el balcón cuatro paredes flácidas

Sentóse a descansar como si fuese un pájaro

Y flotó en el aire cual si fuese un príncipe

Y terminó en el suelo como un bulto alcohólico

Murió a contromano entorpeciendo el sábado

He loved that time as if it were the last

He kissed his wife from him as if she were the last

And to each of his sons as if he were the only one

And he crossed the street with his timid step

He climbed the construction as if she were a machine

He raised four solid walls on the balcony

Brick to brick in a magical pattern

His eyes dull with cement and tears

He sat down to rest as if it were Saturday

He ate his bread from him with cheese as if he were a prince

He drank and sobbed like a castaway

She danced and laughed as if she heard music

And she stumbled into heaven with her alcoholic step

And she floated through the air like a bird

And she ended up on the ground like a limp lump

And she agonized in the middle of the public walk

She died in the wrong direction obstructing traffic

She loved that time as if he was the last

He kissed his wife of him as if she was the only one

And to each of his sons as if he were the prodigal

And he crossed the street with his alcoholic stride

He climbed the building like she was solid

He raised four magic walls on the balcony

Brick to brick in a logical layout

His eyes dull with cement and traffic

He sat down to rest as if he were a prince

He ate his bread from him with cheese as if it were the maximum

He drank and sobbed like he was a machine

He danced and laughed as if he was the next

And he stumbled in the sky as if he heard music

And floated through the air as if it were Saturday

And ended up on the ground like a shy lump

He agonized in the middle of the castaway ride

He died against the grain, hindering the public

He loved that time as if he were a machine

He kissed his wife of him as if it were logical

He raised four flaccid walls on the balcony

He sat down to rest as if he were a bird

And he floated in the air as if he were a prince

And ended up on the floor like an alcoholic lump

He died to contramano hindering the Sabbath