Napoleón

I saw him crossing streets
under rain and under sun
his name was Pedro Ovalles
they called him Napoleon
Napoleon, Napoleon

He walked in worn-out shoes
and his bottle of rum
painfully gentle
the man left him
Napoleon, Napoleon

And one day, by presidential order
they picked up everyone
who lived in his house
pants, torn jacket
Napoleon and they washed his face
but Napoleon,
never changed

They can wash his skin
but his heart remains the same
because a fallen star
can never rise again
That's how Napoleon philosophized
with his head down Napoleon
The man left him
painfully gentle
Napoleon

Those who seek his madness
in the dirt of the ear
and in the worn-out shoe
they don't know that daily
thousands of Napoleons are born
society may stop them
Don't say that man stops them

Those who seek his madness
in the scabs of his skin
and in his paper bed
where he keeps dreams
who does it like this
seeks to evade the problem
society doesn't wash itself
it destroys or builds
but depending on who does it

Having good legs
he walked on his knees
because when he fell face down
he leaned on the bottle
he was so weak that to his
last enemy
he also forgave him
his name is Pedro Ovalles
they called him Napoleon