Como Nada Puedo Hacer

In '90, I wrote to love
and misery made me shut up
my gut started to take charge,
it was rude, forgive me
my poetry got a bit more vulgar,
it wasn't very wise, I repeated a phrase
that I then controlled.

I saw Fito sitting in a bar
with a Bic loaded with booze
his gut started to take charge
and ordered him to leave,
he was wasted, couldn't coordinate
he saw our prophets dressed as riders
heading to another place,
heading to the end,
repeating the same phrase and an officer made him shut up.

In '90, I sang rock and roll,
underground was my color
fond of marginalization,
I represented a few,
they chanted their resignation,
what beautiful days, we broke stadiums singing
the old prayer.

2005 and I'm going out for a spin
in my new Ford Pluton,
surely to the old Luna Park
where there's a decor shopping mall
my social status has improved.

I'm married, my house needs new furniture
on my way home, I saw the people from '90
singing the old prayer,
I get out of this car
my silence was betrayal,
metaphors don't work when the nation dies,
those crazy people scream, scream like I'm screaming now.
Motherfuckers, motherfuckers.
Like there's nothing I can do, I curse
Motherfuckers, motherfuckers.

When silence earns a place,
like there's nothing I can do, I curse
all the keys will just lock up,
like there's nothing I can do, I curse
our strength can't take it anymore,
like there's nothing I can do, I curse
motherfuckers, motherfuckers.