Digno del Mismo - Hora Zulú

No se si tomarmelo a tragedia o a parodia

Pero hago mas daño a quien me quiere

Que a quien me odia

Solo tengo claro que no cantare victoria

Mientras no consiga retenerte en mi memoria

Nunca tuve intencion de provocarte esa histeria

Ven y juzga mi vida como contradictoria

Solo dibujaba con palabras mis miserias

Nunca pretendi con esto pasar a la historia

Y ahora

Mira como suena este niñato de caseria

Que andaba ya jarto de dar vueltas a la noria

Te lo dejare claro no me gustan las ferias

Solo el viento puede dirigir mi trayectoria

No se si tomarme medio a broma o medio en serio

Que tu a mi me juzgues con tan poquito criterio

No te tomes mal si no me ves montar el cirio

No sere el mas tonto dentro deste cementerio

No clames al cielo cuando notes que desvario

No habra teatro en que no trote este don juan tenorio

Fama de peon comunista tiene este empresario

Nunca tuvo en vista lo de montar un emporio

Ando titubeando con aires de temerario

Por dentro llorando por fuera rey del estereo

Sigo disimulando mis penas con jolgorio

Gracias a un invento digno del mismo bacterio

I don't know whether to take it as a tragedy or as a parody

But I do more damage to those who love me

who hates me

I am only clear that I will not sing victory

As long as I can't keep you in my memory

I never had the intention of provoking that hysteria

Come and judge my life as contradictory

I only drew my miseries with words

I never intended with this to go down in history

And now

Look how this farmhouse brat sounds

That he was tired of going around the Ferris wheel

I'll make it clear I don't like fairs

Only the wind can direct my path

I don't know whether to take myself half jokingly or half seriously

That you judge me with so little criteria

Don't take it wrong if you don't see me ride the candle

I will not be the dumbest in this cemetery

Do not cry to heaven when you notice that delirium

There will be no theater in which this Don Juan Tenorio does not trot

This businessman has fame as a communist pawn

He never had in mind to set up an emporium

I'm hesitating with airs of recklessness

Inside crying outside stereo king

I keep hiding my sorrows with revelry

Thanks to an invention worthy of the bacterium itself