Guitarra y vos - Jorge Drexler

¡Que viva la ciencia!

¡Que viva la poesía!

Que viva siento mi lengua cuando tu lengua está sobre le lengua mía

El agua está en el barro

El barro en el ladrillo

El ladirllo está en la pared

Y en la pared tu fotografía

Es cierto que no hay arte sin emoción

Y que no hay precisión sin artesanía

Como tampoco hay guitarra sin tecnología

Tecnología del nylon para las primas

Tecnología del metal para el clavijero

La prensa, la gubia y el varniz

Las herrmanientas del carpintero

El cantautor y su computadora

El pastor y su afeitadora

El despertador que ya está anunciando la aurora

Y en el telescopio, se demora la última estrella

La máquina la hace el hombre

Y es lo que el hombre hace con ella

El arado, la rueda, el molino, la mesa en que apoyo el vaso de vino

Las curvas de la montaña rusa, la semicorchea y hasta la semifusa, el té

Los ordenadores y los espejos

Tus lentes para ver de cerca y de lejos

La cucha del perro, la mantequilla, la hierba, el mate y la bombilla

Estás conmigo, estamos cantando a la sombra de nuestra parra

Una canción que dice que uno sólo conserva lo que no amarra

Y sin tenerte, te tengo a vos

Y tengo a mi guitarra

Hay tantas cosas, yo solo preciso dos

Mi guitarra y vos

Mi guitarra y vos…

Hay cines, hay trenes, hay cacerolas, hay fórmulas hasta para describir la

espiral de una caracola

Hay más

Hay tráfico, créditos, cláusulas, salas VIP

Hay cápsulas hipnóticas y tomografías computarizadas, hay condiciones para la

constitución de una sociedad limitada

Hay biberones, hay buses, hay tabúes, hay besos, hay hambre, hay sobrepeso

Hay curas de sueño y tizanas, hay drogas de diseño

Y perros adictos a las drogas en las aduanas

Hay manos capaces de fabricar herramientas con las que se hacen máquinas para

hacer ordenadores que a su vez diseñan máquinas que hacen herramientas para que

las usen las manos

Hay escritas infinitas palabras

Sen, gol, bang, rap, dios, fin

Hay tantas cosas, yo solo preciso dos

Mi guitarra y vos

Mi guitarra y vos

Long live science!

Long live poetry!

Long live I feel my tongue when your tongue is on my tongue

The water is in the mud

The mud in the brick

The brick is on the wall

And on the wall your photograph

It is true that there is no art without emotion

And that there is no precision without craftsmanship

As there is no guitar without technology

Nylon technology for premiums

Metal technology for the headstock

The press, the gouge and the varnish

The carpenter's tools

The singer-songwriter and his computer

The shepherd and his razor

The alarm clock that is already announcing the dawn

And in the telescope, the last star lingers

The machine is made by man

And it's what the man does with it

The plough, the wheel, the mill, the table on which I rest the glass of wine

The curves of the roller coaster, the sixteenth note and even the sixteenth note, the tea

computers and mirrors

Your glasses to see near and far

The dog's spoon, the butter, the herb, the mate and the light bulb

You are with me, we are singing in the shade of our vine

A song that says that one only keeps what is not tied

And without having you, I have you

And I have my guitar

There are so many things, I only need two

my guitar and you

My guitar and you…

There are cinemas, there are trains, there are saucepans, there are even formulas to describe the

spiral of a conch shell

There is more

There is traffic, credits, clauses, VIP rooms

There are hypnotic capsules and CT scans, there are conditions for

incorporation of a limited company

There are bottles, there are buses, there are taboos, there are kisses, there is hunger, there is overweight

There are sleep cures and chalk, there are designer drugs

And drug addicted dogs at customs

There are hands capable of making tools with which machines are made to

make computers that in turn design machines that make tools so that

use their hands

There are infinite words written

Sen, goal, bang, rap, god, end

There are so many things, I only need two

my guitar and you

my guitar and you