Cuna de Colores
El Cuarteto de Nos
Cradle of Colors
They gave me a baby,
and I make him eat paper,
so when he's hungry
like his mother was,
digging through trash,
he eats those wrappers.
I roll him in the dirt,
and smear him with tar (like Pijuán),
so when there's no work
he won't fear falling low
and even being a scribe
he'll be able to wash away years.
Cradle of colors, cradle of colors,
this offspring has a cradle of colors.
I soothe his pains, soothe his pains
soothe his pains with insecticide.
He has a cradle of colors,
and I paint myself blue (and brown),
so when he goes blind,
and is very afraid,
he'll remember in his abyss
all this chromaticism.
And I soothe his pains
with the flit machine,
so when he gets sick,
and can't buy remedies,
he'll die with dignity
with the flit between his teeth.
Cradle of colors, cradle of colors,
this offspring has a cradle of colors.
I soothe his pains, soothe his pains
soothe his pains with insecticide.
