Si Peter Pan Viniera - Ismael Serrano

Si Peter Pan viniera a buscarme una noche azul

Que me sorprenda a oscuras.

Por favor, que no de la luz

No vaya a descubrir que suelo mentir

Cuando juro ser an ese nio

Quin le va a contar que la gran ciudad

No dej ninguno ninguno, ni uno vivo

Estrellas fugaces, mi ms breve instante, respiran el humo

Escuchan el mudo rumor que nace en sus vientres

Fueron arrojados al acantilado

De la cruel favela

Huyen de las hienas, de escuadrones de la muerte

Si Peter Pan viniera a buscarme una noche azul

Que se extingan los soles, dnde diablos te esconders t?

Mowgly coser botas en Ceiln

No escuchar rugir de noche a Bagheera

Tom Sawyer reir tras el humo del crack

Si en esta redada logra salvar la vida

Si Peter Pan viniera a buscarme una noche azul

Que nos sorprenda a oscuras, por favor apaga la luz

Si quieres evitar que en la tempestad

Le queme la fiebre de nios ancianos

Quin le har entender que al amanecer

Cierran con grilletes sus ojos cansados

Nios que perd, a los que ment

Gritan a lo lejos, araan el hielo de la luz de la maana

Nios con espinas, con cuencas vacas

Que te lanzan piedras

Tien las sirenas de todas las ambulancias

If Peter Pan came to get me one blue night

Surprise me in the dark.

Please don't turn on the light

Don't go discovering that I usually lie

When I swear to be that child

Who is going to tell him that the big city

I left none none, not one alive

Shooting stars, my briefest moment, breathe the smoke

They listen to the mute rumor that is born in their wombs

They were thrown off the cliff

From the cruel favela

They flee from hyenas, from death squads

If Peter Pan came to get me one blue night

Let the suns go extinct, where the hell are you hiding?

Mowgly sewing boots in Ceiln

Do not hear Bagheera roar at night

Tom Sawyer laughing behind the crack smoke

If in this raid he manages to save his life

If Peter Pan came to get me one blue night

Surprise us in the dark, please turn off the light

If you want to avoid that in the storm

The fever of old children burned him

Who will make him understand that at dawn

They shackle their weary eyes

Children that I lost, to whom I lied

They scream afar, scratch the ice of the morning light

Children with thorns, with empty sockets

who throw stones at you

You have the sirens of all the ambulances